Splash. Splash.
Knee-deep in the water, Bai Yujian exhaled, dragging a hand over her bare shoulder. The coolness barely registered.
Hours. She'd been stuck here for hours. Her lips curled in a sneer. "How long does it take to reinforce a golden core? Or is he just cultivating laziness now?"
The yin qi swirled around her like a drunken lover, pressing close, refusing to let go. Her body devoured it instinctively, an endless void that swallowed everything without a ripple. At her level, even if someone dumped a sea of poison into this pond, it wouldn't so much as tickle her meridians.
But patience? That was running dangerously thin.
Her gaze flicked toward the brat. Su Xiaobai sat unmoving, bathed in faint light, looking like a half-dead monk pretending to be a god. She snorted. A'Jin had handled his mess last time. A deity transformation expert cleaning up after this reckless fool.
Now it was her turn.
