However, for those blessed ones who lived in heaven, would it be easy to adapt to life on the ground after they fell? They had no place on the ground. They would live subjugated. Would their arrogance allow them to bow to those who lived on the ground?

It really felt like a case of “Fortune favors the east bank for thirty years, but passes to the west bank after thirty years pass.” (A Chinese proverb that means the world is always changing, and often defies our expectations.)

“Try to guess… How much of your memory would the clone have?” I asked, looking at Xing Chuan.

Xing Chuan slowly lifted his chin and his eyes turned cold as he...