If making pearls could replace An'an's role as the team's main healer, even resisting the Devil Master's soul-corruption technique, then that was obviously a lie.
No matter how good Clam Pearls were, they could not possibly reach that level. Otherwise, the Clam Clan would have ascended to the heavens long ago.
That had merely been An'an's excuse for luring Qin Yi over to "make pearls," originally intended to give him a good scolding.
Yet it had worked.
She had finished scolding him, only to be counter-killed—and the pearl had been made...
An'an felt as though the entire process had blacked out. She could not remember what had happened. All she knew was that Qin Yi was sitting in a large chair at the end, while she lay limp and curled up against his chest, letting his hands roam freely.
She had never known that after her clam shell turned insubstantial and water-spiritual, it could be used in such positions. Her shell had been hard before; there had been no way for her to lean in anyone's arms.
Then she watched helplessly as Qin Yi somehow picked up a pearl and examined it.
"So there really is a pearl..."
An'an's mouth twitched twice. She did not have the strength to answer at all.
She had practically been played to pieces already.
Using this sort of tactic to scold Master had indeed only brought her the consequences upon her own head.
If not for Sage Time, coupled with being in such a dangerous place, she might have spilled everything... At least they had not truly done anything now, leaving An'an with the last shred of her dignity...
Qin Yi was saying, "This is a Pure Spiritual Energy Pearl. It can amplify Mana, but it has no calming or anti-demonic effect whatsoever. On