A clone?
Zhou Xuanji sank into his thoughts, not knowing what to say.
What he knew was that this Xuan Daoya in front of him was very dangerous.
Xuan Daoya looked at him and continued to speak, "I gave you a new life, gave you Fate, and also guided my clone to find and protect you. Do you think I'd have ill-intent towards you? If I wanted to kill you, you would have already died hundreds of thousands of times."
Hearing this, Zhou Xuanji pouted. Alright, he believed him.
This fellow was just as puffed up as Daoya Old Man.
Daoya Old Man's appearance suddenly changed. His figure straightened and became robust-looking. His skin was no longer wrinkled, and even though his hair was still white, there was an air of arrogance about him, looking like a 20 years younger Daoya Old Man.
"So, why did you nurture me like this?" Zhou Xuanji circulated magic energy through his body as he asked.