"Daylight?"
Qin Mu occasionally heard this name from this Stingy Dragon.
"Heavenly Sword Sect Master? Qingxuan Sword King?"
A hint of desolation flashed in Ao Mengmeng's eyes: "No..."
"Qingxuan was a disciple I personally guided, the restorer of the Heavenly Sword Sect."
"That year, I shouldn't have overslept. If I had gone with them, Daylight... Daylight might have not fallen on the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield..."
She had a Clone.
And not just one Clone; at critical moments, a Clone was for saving one's life.
With her there, she could at least help Daylight block many fatal attacks.
No, no, no~!
Ao Mengmeng shook her head repeatedly: "That's not necessarily true. The Ten Thousand Race Battlefield is so vast and complex. Daylight is a God; he wouldn't be die. He must be trapped somewhere and just can't come back..."
"Mm-hmmm, that must be!"
