Qin Yang looked at the blood-red threads in his palm.
He fell into deep thought.
After his Blood Clones had advanced, his mastery of the Clone Technique had become far more refined.
These three blood-red threads were the very tethers connecting him to his Clones. Now that they had snapped, it meant the imprints had been triggered and the Clones had been moved from their original positions.
'Someone has made a move against them!'
"So the Venerable Alliance made a move..."
Qin Yang clenched the dissipating threads of blood, deep in thought. He stood up from his meditation cushion and released his Spiritual Power to scan the villa. He confirmed that Xia He, Li Zixuan, and the others were all in their respective rooms.
A wave of relief washed over him.
'It's good that they're still here.'
'Thank goodness I sent Clones!'
'If the Venerable Alliance had actually acted and managed to abduct Li Zixuan and Li Qinghe to blackmail me, the consequences would have been unimaginable.'
