Aksai leaned back slightly, weighing the pros and cons of what he was about to do.
"Worst comes to worst, I'll lose this True Aether Clone. I'll simply wait a few months and make another. That's nothing compared to what I might gain if this works."
Even the Nascent Soul Kings didn't have the courage to attempt what Aksai was about to try. He couldn't be blamed, though. After all, the price he had to pay for failure was significantly less.
Determination flashed across his face.
He sat cross-legged on the cold floor, the manual resting before him. Slowly, he placed both hands on his knees and closed the clone's eyes.
His Spirit Sense stirred first, flowing like a thin mist through the air. His Qi Sense followed, rising within his dantian, beating in rhythm with the flow of blood.
