"Originally, as a teacher, I wanted to take you around those so-called top sects." On a vast plain, the Demon Lord spoke softly with his hands behind his back, "But now, I don't think there's a need anymore."
"Master, don't worry. I can really take care of myself." Chu Mo said.
At this moment, the Demon Lord took out a palm-sized jade carving of a man from his body. He chanted a few words to the carving, then cut his finger and pressed a drop of blood onto the top of the jade figure.
To everyone's surprise, the drop of blood quickly integrated into the jade carving.
Then, the Demon Lord handed the jade figure to Chu Mo, a look of fatigue on his face: "This is a clone of mine, it can help you block a major disaster once! Just like the previous chase by a thousand people... unless all those thousand people are innate martial artists, otherwise, this clone can solve the problem for you."
