The dark shadow rose from the cracked jade, swirling like black smoke. Slowly, it took shape—an exact copy of Li Ming… but with an evil grin.
Its hair stood up like it lost a fight with lightning, and its eyes glowed red.
Bai Guo gulped. "Descendant… did you… eat something weird? Why does that thing look like you after failing your math test?"
Li Ming pointed his sword. "Shut up! That's not me! That's… Evil Me!"
Evil Li Ming sneered. "Close enough. I'm everything you tried to hide—your laziness, your chaos, your bun addiction!"
Li Ming gasped. "HOW DARE YOU MENTION THE BUNS!"
The shadow laughed maniacally. "Face it. You're a joke. A clown with a sword!"
Li Ming's eyebrow twitched. "Clown? No no no… clowns have plans. I have instinct!"
Bai Guo flapped his wings nervously. "Descendant, maybe… uh… you two should talk this out?"
Li Ming shook his head. "You can't reason with evil. Especially not evil with my face!"
The clone stepped forward. "Prepare to lose… to yourself!"
