In the hall, Chen Xi who wore an apricot yellow Daoist robe had quite a headache.

Even though he was a clone, his mind, intelligence, character, flesh, and blood were all similar to his main body. There was no difference between them at all.

However, he didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry because since his main body had attained the Godrank Realm and headed to the Ancient God Domain, all of his friends and family had treated him as a mere clone, and he was unable to replace his main body’s position in their hearts at all.

For example, both Qing Xiuyi and Fan Yunlan were his Dao Companions, but they’d constantly treated him as a clone throughout these years, and he was really at a loss for whether he should laugh or cry.

It was even to the extent that those two little fellows, Chen Yu and Chen An, weren’t willing to get close to him, and they constantly refused to address him by name.

That wasn’t a huge deal, and his clone understood their feelings. After all, all of...