"Xuan, the gap between me and my clone is vast…"
Zheng sits in his basement, which has transformed from ruins back into a forest-like setting. The traces of his past training are gone, replaced by tranquility and peace.
Xuan stands not far behind Zheng, nonchalantly biting into an apple, seemingly indifferent to Zheng's words, absorbed in his snack.
"…Stop biting that apple, please. You can't even taste it. I'm talking about something important here. The final battle is approaching fast. Before that, I must become as strong as my clone, or at least powerful enough to fight him, otherwise our Team China…"
At this, Xuan finally pauses his apple-eating and responds, "Have you realized the difference between yourself and your clone?"
"The difference?" Initially annoyed, Zheng falls into contemplation upon hearing Xuan's question.
