Baili An cut off his wide sleeve and wrapped up the stillborn child.
By the side of the lake, he dug a hole to bury the child, and then collected the remains and bones of those eighty-three other children, burying each one properly.
Suddenly, the emerald green bead emitted a lustrous and beautiful jade luster.
Baili An's heart stirred, and he held up the cool jade bead, observing it closely.
He saw strands upon strands of radiant light entering the center of his brow, without any cold or hostile intent, like a gentle, continuous spring rain pouring into his Sea of Consciousness.
Baili An was somewhat astonished.
With a light stir of intention, shallow ripples appeared on the surface of the still lake, spreading out in a pattern not governed by natural laws.
The ripples were pulled and gently dispersed by Baili An's consciousness.
This jade bead contained not only the resentful power and cultivation of the drowning woman from the past ten years.
No, that wasn't right.
