Nangong Ying'er and Ling Yun's clone walked side by side, illuminated by the sparkling city lights. Ling Xi and Zhou Yu didn't join them, but they observed them from a distance. "How are you doing now? How long have you been in this realm?"
"As you can see, I'm fine as ever, and I arrived in this realm about three years ago." Nangong Ying'er looked at Ling Yun's clone in confusion, as his bone age indicated he was several decades older than he should be. "Your guess is correct, and I am indeed much older than I should be, but I won't explain the details to you."
Nangong Ying'er smiled at him. "You seem to still hold a grudge against me, huh?"
"I've long forgotten about it." Ling Yun's clone denied that. "For now, I don't have time to think about such trivial matters because I have much bigger matters at hand, including the future of this universe."
"What do you mean by that?"
