The next day.
At Yinji Gorge, the blood moon hung high.
Inside the cliff cave.
"Senior Elder Huang, why did you make this clone especially for me?"
Xu Ziyan looked at the clone standing beside Old Daoist Huang, deeply puzzled.
Old Daoist Huang chuckled and changed the subject:
"Well, Miss Ziyan, haven't I sculpted this clone convincingly enough to pass for the real thing?"
With a somewhat complicated expression, Xu Ziyan looked at the clone and nodded.
"It truly could be called a miraculous feat."
Old Daoist Huang immediately burst into a smug laugh.
Though this clone had been sculpted from clay using a spell, it had looked somewhat crude when first formed.
But because Old Daoist Huang had carved numerous special runes onto her body, anyone who looked at her always had the illusion that she was Xu Ziyan herself.
And the most ingenious part was this.
Using his Qi-Reading Art, Old Daoist Huang had grafted the aura above Xu Ziyan's head onto this clay clone.
So now, whether everyone looked with their eyes or sensed with their minds,
none could discern any difference between her and Xu Ziyan.
In fact, because the fortune of Xu Ziyan's true body had been transferred, it was difficult to sense her true body's presence through mental perception alone.
After carefully examining the clone, Blade Ghost said with great satisfaction:
"Old Huang, if we manage to rescue Dugu Qingxiao this time, the foremost credit will be yours!"
At Blade Ghost's praise, Old Daoist Huang immediately looked flustered.
"Not at all, not at all. The foremost credit naturally belongs to you, Senior Blade Ghost."
He would never dare put on airs before Blade Ghost.
Xu Taiping let out a long breath, then nodded.
"If we gain anything here in Yellow Springs, the largest share