Bai Lingling's spiritual awareness moved carefully toward the damaged inner core in her body, and the moment she felt the familiar cracked, unstable feeling there, her earlier good mood immediately shrank a little.
What an ugly thing.
The wounds were still there.
The damage still remained.
Every time she checked, she hoped it would somehow look better than before, and every time it still looked like a half-broken mess that made her want to sigh.
Still, Bai Lingling did not let herself get distracted.
She guided what spiritual energy she could move, adjusted it, pressed it down, and then tried to draw out the thread of her original essence from deep inside herself.
At first, nothing happened.
Then something shifted very faintly.
Then the shift vanished.
Bai Lingling's brows tightened.
Again.
She tried once more.
