His gaze passed over the Water Pool and landed on the two figures who had just emerged from the dense forest on the bank.
The exact same dark combat uniform, the exact same Weird Gun. The milky-white patterns of Innate Yang Steel on the gun gleamed with a familiar light in the dappled sunlight.
The Mo Yuling beside him was also identical to the one beside Luo Fan, with plain clothes and a cool face. She stared blankly at herself sitting cross-legged on the stone platform in the center of the Water Pool, then looked at Luo Fan standing at the edge, her mouth slightly open. Clearly, she had yet to recover from the sight before her.
Luo Fan looked at the familiar wariness in the eyes of his counterpart on the bank, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
More than two hours ago, when the first pair of Luo Fan and Mo Yuling left, he had stood on the bank and watched them disappear into the dense forest.
More than two hours ago, when he first saw another version of himself walk out of the dense forest, his expression had been exactly the same as that of his counterpart on the bank now.
And now it was his turn to stand in the Water Pool and watch a new version of himself stand on the bank.
They really came. Things really were developing in this direction.
"Don't be nervous."
Luo Fan spoke first, raising the Weird Gun slightly with its muzzle pointed upward to show that he meant no hostility.
His voice carried through the waterfall's mist, reaching the two on the bank clearly. "I'm Luo Fan, but to you, I'm Luo Fan from two hours ago."
The Luo Fan on the bank frowned deeply, his gaze