At this moment, Immortal Mist Peak.
"What?!"
"Master, you were just attacked by the Foundation-building elder of the Ghost Demon Sect?"
Leng Yuexi, Ji Bingyu, Mu Ziyi, and Xia Jingyan were all taken aback. They had just heard Zhou Sui tell them what had happened, and they were deeply shocked, their faces showing a worried expression.
"Don't worry, it was just my clone that went out."
"My actual body is still here on Immortal Mist Peak."
"Even if something unexpected did happen, it would have meant nothing more than losing a clone."
Zhou Sui waved his hand dismissively.
"Just a clone? Well, that's a relief."
Upon hearing this, Ji Bingyu and the others breathed a sigh of relief.
They, of course, knew that their master, Zhou Sui, was proficient in the art of the Avatar skill, and his clones could be almost indistinguishable from his real body.
Previously, he had often used his clones to move about Misty Cloud City, selling Spiritual Wine, gathering information, and so on.