Yao Qiuyue stared at the clone for a long while.
However, no matter how many times she called out, the crimson eyes remained dim, and the figure continued sitting motionlessly in the air.
Yao Qiuyue's expression gradually became complicated.
She had clearly sensed that fleeting trace of spirituality. Although it had disappeared almost immediately, she was certain that it was not an illusion.
Perhaps Tian Yongheng had finally regained some connection with his clone, completed his breakthrough, or was gradually recovering from whatever prevented him from responding.
Yao Qiuyue took a deep breath, suppressing the anxiety in her heart.
Regardless of what had happened, she could only wait a little longer.
If Tian Yongheng truly needed time, then she would give him that time.
After all, there was nothing else she could do for the time being.
She had to trust that the strongest being in the Lower Realm would eventually return.
