The three of them surrounded the cracked pot. Nobody talked. After a few minutes of waiting, Lin Sanjiu began to grow impatient. She darted a glance between Deun and the pot again and back again.
"It doesn't have any effect? That's weird," as she muttered the question to herself, she sent a wave of Higher Consciousness at Deun, throwing the bloke sideways like flipping a turtle. She then glanced at her grand prize, asking, "Why does it have no effect?"
Ji Shanqing went closer and looked at the pot of river mud. Then, he said hesitantly, "Perhaps the facial features weren't clear enough?"
That might be the reason.
Although both of them had flattened the river mud as much as they could before pressing Deun's face into it, there were only a few holes and some indiscernible facial features on the clay. Without Deun standing beside it, the faces could be anyone.
"Come over here," Lin Sanjiu called out to Deun without raising her head.
