In the white server room, twenty incubation pods were lined up in perfect order. Standing in front of each pod was a Su Muqing—ranging from five to thirty years old, from pigtails to a chin-length bob, and even one sporting a punk-rock smokey eye look. They all turned their heads in unison, their silver eyes glowing like rows of tiny bulbs in the dim room.
Qiyue took a half-step back, bumping into DT’s wheelchair. "What is this... a clone exhibition?"
"No," the Investor—now to be addressed as Dr. Su—walked to the control console, "these are the guardians of the Time Anchor. Each Su Muqing is responsible for maintaining a critical timeline."
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