In this modest little wooden hut, three different stances temporarily divided the space: Lin Suqing, the dog, and the Summer Acquiring Bird. Each harbored their own concerns, each their own thoughts, each their own distress, leaving them to exchange silent glances.
The atmosphere was still as a pond, where a cluster of little panda bears huddled together, not daring to make a sound, even less to make any rash moves, for fear of igniting someone's wrath and bringing trouble upon themselves. Though Lin Suqing's soul hid within their bodies, though they were transformations of the Crown Prince's cherished pets, these beings had long since become entities with lives of their own. They were living creatures who hoped that by existing cautiously they could avoid trouble, live ordinary lives, and practice cultivation like any other beings. Yet they were still unaware of their own destinies.
