Now, instead of opening the stone, her delivery of spiritual energy had only made it firmer—it was a case of shooting herself in the foot. Qinghe felt deflated as she flopped onto the bed after having tried everything, only to realize she'd spent half a day acquiring a useless item.
Sighing with frustration and lying there limply, her eyes roamed restlessly. Then something flashed through her mind, and like someone who had just had an epiphany, Qinghe sat up abruptly and rushed to the stone.
She searched her space for a while but couldn't find a small knife blade; in the end, she had to take out a dagger. Damn it, she thought to herself. She had bought every household item she could think of, yet she'd forgotten this. It seemed she needed to stock up on a couple of boxes of knives to have at hand for future use.
