While Han Fei gazed at the clone earnestly, the clone made it to the second level of stairs, which seemed simpler than the first level.
However, when the clone got on the third level of stairs, Han Fei suddenly trembled under the altar. He felt that his head suddenly went blank as if he suffered from anemia, and he lost balance with himself.
"Damn it! That's just my clone! Would I be hurt too when something happens to it?"
Han Fei was lost for words. Wasn't his clone merely made of thought? Was he hurt because he was connected to his clone? But he didn't know what was going on up there even though they were connected.
When his clone climbed the fourth level of stars, Han Fei suddenly held his head with one hand so hard that veins bulged from his neck. He saw a picture that lasted only one moment.
It was no longer blank. Something just flashed in his head.