"Open!" With White Dragon Sister's help, Su Clan's Sixteen reached out and gently pushed against the void. The phantom of a surging heavenly river opened beside her.
Rows upon rows of Crystal Coffins rested within this heavenly river space. Each Crystal Coffin held a "Su Clan's Sixteen." Every Sixteen looked exactly the same, and they could only be distinguished by their styles of dress.
Their clothes also revealed the different personalities of these "Su Clan's Sixteens."
Some Su Clan's Sixteens dressed conservatively, exposing almost no skin, like assassins; some wore flowing, ethereal dresses, like fairies who had stepped out of paintings, quiet and sweet; some dressed casually in all sorts of versatile outfits, their expressions also bearing different temperaments; a few even wore armor with a fiery flair and had bold personalities.
All these Sixteens represented different facets of the original Su Clan's Sixteen of the Heavenly River Su Clan.
After sweeping her gaze around the heavenly river, Su Clan's Sixteen finally selected a Little Sixteen wearing a denim dress with spaghetti straps and transferred her out of the "heavenly river space" behind her.
White Dragon Sister enlarged her body, picked up the Little Sixteen in her Crystal Coffin, and gently tossed her into Song Shuhang's Tomb of Nine Cultivators.
"S-so many Sixteens?" Onion Lady's eyes widened.
Seeing Onion Lady's astonished expression, Su Clan's Sixteen explained, "Yes, don't worry. They aren't dangerous."
Onion Lady drew a soft breath, hopped up, and patted Sixteen's head with her little hand. "Don't be afraid, Sixteen. We'll stay strong and won't easily bow to fate's games!"
Su Clan's Sixteen: "???"
After expressing her feelings, Onion Lady landed back on Senior Turtle's shell—seeing so many Little Sixteens in Sixteen's space had involuntarily reminded her of the bundles of onion seedlings in Song Shuhang's space.
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