"I know!"
Fortunately, the clone Zhao Yu also knew the importance of responsibility. Although he boasted about wanting to sleep with all the women in the harem, he essentially spent every day cultivating in the Spirit World.
One month later.
"Sixth-tier..."
Zhao Yu's eyes brimmed with tears, "Do you know how I got through these two months?"
The original Zhao Yu had aged so much that his face was all wrinkled, yet he wore a smile, "It's okay, I'll give you a day off today. Go and do whatever you want..."
"Tomorrow, at the usual place, that royal Chariot, you will drive it..."
"Okay!"
The clone Zhao Yu was overjoyed, turned his head, and left the Spirit World to head straight for the emperor's harem.
"Damn it, I've been emperor for so long, and this is my first time entering my own harem..."
Zhao Yu made a special effort to groom himself before entering the harem.
