The wail rose as the little girl pounced to the ground, reaching for the shattered coarse clay pieces, to see that several Gu Insects were knocked unconscious in the broken pot, while some were pierced to death by the coarse clay shards when the pot had cracked open.
She was crying, her little face filled with grief-stricken despair.
Yet, observing her expression, Shen Qiuyang found himself inexplicably wanting to laugh for some reason.
...
After the two of them arrived at Shen Qiuyang's wooden hut, the little girl was fiercely grinding her back molars.
She had wanted to refine a Gu King, and everything was ready, but an accident had led to the death of several insects. Now she had to start over!
"I need to go out for a while," she said sulkily, looking at Shen Qiuyang, indicating she needed to catch some bugs.
