Guessing where she was, Mianmian controlled the Flying Sword and attacked the Medicine Cauldron.
Her sword, bestowed upon her from the heavens at birth, was her Life-destined Sword. Her mother had tested it and found its blade to be made of ancient, mysterious iron, extremely hard. It would typically leave others' magic treasures damaged rather than sustaining damage itself.
Yet such a formidable Flying Sword, when used to attack the Medicine Cauldron at this moment, could not inflict any damage on it whatsoever.
Mianmian was stunned.
If even the sword could not damage the Medicine Cauldron, were they really going to turn into pills?
"Awoo, awoo, awoo." Bai Bai, seeing that Mianmian could not damage the Medicine Cauldron, raised his paw to attack it as well, only to hurt his paw and draw blood.
Bai Bai, in pain, drew back his paw and licked it vigorously, whimpering softly, "What a lousy cauldron, could it really be a Divine Artifact?"
