Five days passed.
Li Wei gradually split off twelve more True Spirits.
Each time, she looked especially "serious," with a few traces of "desperation born of staking everything on one throw."
Each time, she would "furiously" toss them into the long river below.
In the eyes of outsiders, these True Spirits sank like stones into the sea without exception, not even splashing.
After that, Li Wei became "agitated" and "restless."
She no longer sat peacefully. Instead, she would rise from time to time and pace back and forth across the tiny stone platform.
The black aura around her surged ceaselessly as well, acting out her impatience and vexation to perfection.
Her performance this time was a success.
Because her genuine emotions really were not much better.
It was just that the true reason differed completely from what others saw.
Damn it, you're still watching? Still watching?
You old bastards, are you done yet?
Just wait. All of you, just wait! We're not done!
I hold a grudge, you know!
Another five days passed.
That feeling of being watched, like a thorn in her back, finally disappeared.
Li Wei's heart relaxed, but she did not let down her guard because of it.
Her performance continued, and she even redoubled her efforts.
She began to "stare blankly" at the Filthy Long River below.
Under the shroud of black aura, her body radiated an air of desolation and ruin, as though she were a gambler who had lost every last possession.
Dizang was very accommodating, sending her Telepathic Messages from time to time and offering words of consolation in a gentle tone.
"Matters of opportunity cannot be forced."
"You have already tried several times. Perhaps... you simply have not found the right method. Why not stop for now and wait to see