Jade Flute continued, "Pipa clutched her belly, her eyes fixed on Master, asking him over and over why he wasn't happy. Hadn't he said we would live a good life together from now on?"
"As she kept asking, she began to cry. Through her tears, she cursed him. You're still lying to me! You still don't love me!"
As Jade Flute spoke, everyone could almost see the scene before them.
He held his head in his hands. "Master didn't go near her again or try to persuade her. He just stood there, watching her."
"All I could do was keep telling her that it wasn't a child, that she was just sick, but she wouldn't listen."
"Instead, she grew more and more agitated. In the end, she ran straight back to the Immortals-Gathering Convent, shut the door, and refused to see anyone."
Bajie let out a long sigh. "What a cruel tragedy..."
Jade Flute sighed as well.
"From then on, we went to the Immortals-Gathering Convent every day."
"But Pipa wouldn't open the door. I stood outside calling to her, and she cursed us through the door, telling us to leave, telling us not to come and harm her child."
"Especially Master. Whenever she heard his voice, she became even more agitated."
"She even refused to eat."
Little White Dragon frowned.
"You couldn't just keep putting it off."
"Of course we couldn't."
Jade Flute raised his head, his expression growing grimmer.
"The longer that thing stayed inside Pipa, the more danger she was in. At first, her belly was only a little swollen. Later, it grew worse by the day, and she became weaker and weaker."
"But she didn't think it was a bad thing at all."
"She thought the child was growing."
"The faster her belly grew, the happier