This was a disaster.
A huge disaster.
A disaster so bad that Bai Lingling felt personally attacked.
Because without more rare pearls, the recovery of her inner core would stop. And Bai Lingling absolutely could not accept that. She still fully intended to continue her path toward immortal ascension once her inner core was restored. She had not worked this hard, swallowed this much anger, tolerated this many fools, and carried this body around just to stop halfway like some lazy mountain chicken too tired to flap its wings.
So after the last batch was opened and absorbed, Bai Lingling sat in the yard with a face full of trouble.
The afternoon light was warm, and the breeze moved gently through the leaves overhead. The sky above the courtyard was a soft pale blue, and the old walls around the yard carried that quiet worn look, as if they had listened to too many family secrets and become tired of reacting.
