Cultivation

When the little girl picked up her chopsticks, squinted as she peered along the edge of the pot for quite a while, then forcefully clamped them into the pot.

When she lifted them out, she found that she had actually caught a soy duck head with half its neck still attached.

Ignoring the heat, the little girl joyfully cradled the duck head and ran toward her two younger sisters waiting nearby.

The three of them shared the duck head as though it were mountain delicacies and sea treasures, their eyes brimming with delight. The youngest even tipped back her head and let out a cheerful giggle.

Bai Lingmiao walked on silently. It was as though she could feel their happiness, and the corners of her lips rose slightly as well.

She had once had a younger brother too. Whenever she had something delicious, she would share it with him.

Looking at her, Bai Lingmiao seemed to see her former self.

As she walked, she came to the mouth of an alley. It was bustling inside, where a newlywed couple was bowing before the Double Happiness God to wed. Everyone laughed and jeered, as if the suffering they had just endured had been nothing but an illusion.

There was no wedding candy, so they took out two treasured dried persimmon cakes, cut them into tiny pieces, and handed them out as wedding candy.

No one disdained such wedding candy. Instead, they savored it with relish, not daring to chew after putting it in their mouths, concentrating on tasting that hard-won sweetness.

Others did not eat theirs. They carefully tucked the wedding candy into their clothes, intending to take this good thing home.

They all died? They all went to the Unborn Mother's Vacuum Hometown?

The instant this thought arose in Bai