Gu Jianlin pondered for a long time, then said thoughtfully, "That clone doesn't pose that much of a threat to us. We don't need to worry about it for the time being. Although... it has a face I really don't like."
Tang Ling propped her chin on her hand, lying lazily on his computer desk, and asked, "Why?"
Under twilight, her snow-white long hair cascaded down like a weary, lazy little fox, her slender waist and back reflected against the white wall, resembling a budding lotus blossom.
"The clone and the Bai Ze Clan are at odds like fire and water. As a container, the thing it fears most is the Ancient God Clan that created it. The Bai Ze Clan, along with the Order World they invested in, are our enemies. That clone can effectively restrain them for us."
Gu Jianlin analyzed, "It's best to let them drain each other while we reap the benefits."
