The Golden Palace.
Currently, Mu Lingxi stood in the 12-dimensional space belonging to the sect's matriarchs. The three matriarchs were all seated around a large round table situated high in the multi-dimensional space
They were busy sewing.
Matriarch Yuèhuī was the only one not sewing; instead, she was engrossed in a thick book with a barely interested expression. Not that the book wasn't interesting enough for her, rather that was just her default expression.
In-between, Matriarch Liáng skillfully sewed what appeared to be a transparent fabric adorned with stars and cloudy textures of azure and magenta colors.
Suddenly, Matriarch Míng exclaimed, "Ouch!" and sucked her index finger like a baby
"Hm?" Matriarch Liáng glanced at her. "What's wrong?"
Matriarch Míng, still nursing her finger, replied, "I pricked myself." Then, she showed Matriarch Liáng her pricked finger, already expecting some words of comfort.
