Luo Qingyin stood in the garbage heap for quite a while.
Only then did she break free of the loop of "Who am I, where am I, what is that smell?"
She took a deep breath, only to inhale even more of the stench. Her vision went black, and she nearly fainted on the spot.
"Urgh-"
After a bout of dry heaving, she crawled out of the garbage heap practically on all fours.
She felt utterly wronged.
Where was Si Chen? Where was Xie Changsheng? Where was everyone else?!
She had happily come to watch the ceremony, only to inexplicably get swept up into the heavens.
Not only was there not a single companion beside her, she had even fallen into a garbage heap.
She bit her lip, trying hard to force back the urge to cry.
"No, I can't lose my head."
"Fellow Daoist Si Chen and the others must be somewhere around here too."
She steadied herself and decided to tidy herself up first. At the very least, she couldn't keep looking this bedraggled.
With that thought, she formed a hand seal. "Cleanse."
As the seal took effect, spiritual light flashed.
But the stains on her clothes... didn't budge.
Those black marks seemed to have grown into the fabric, stubbornly refusing to leave.
Luo Qingyin froze for a moment.
"What... what's going on?"
In the Lower Realm, a single cleansing spell would have left not just her clothes but even her skin spotless, glowing with a lustrous sheen.
But now...
Refusing to believe it, she tried again.
Hum...
This time, the stains faded a little, but they were still a far cry from "clean." Those dark marks stubbornly remained in her clothes.
She frowned slightly. This place... why was even the dirt so different?
Looking at her filthy