You asked for it

Eighth generation soulmancer? Soul clone?

The words sent a ripple through Liam's mind. He didn't recognize the term eighth-generation soulmancer, but soul clones—that, he understood. He understood but it was impossible to believe. 

Even though he might not be well versed in soul magic yet and hadn't even completed that legacy or unlocked his dual class, it was still hard to believe that he couldn't sense a soul standing right in front of him.

Who the hell was this person and how was his soul so strong and refined? It's almost as if it was refined to perfection.

That man, Senior, watched him with an amused expression. "What are you thinking if I am lying or not?"

Liam shook his head. "No senior. It's just my technique is too bad to fully comprehend your being. Ummm… " Liam hesitated to speak.