The Divine Silkworm Princess looked serene, her slender, jade-like fingers gently stroking the Little Divine Silkworm on her shoulder.
With Jiang Zhu feeding the little creature, it had eaten and drunk well and undergone several transformations. It now resembled a little white tiger.
At that moment, its eyes were misty with tears, its damp nostrils trembling slightly.
It kept rubbing its head against the young woman's cheek, one little paw tightly clutching a lock of her hair, as though terrified this was only a dream.
"Is this the Divine Silkworm from back then?" Pang Bo's eyes widened, his gaze shifting between the young woman and the Divine Silkworm, disbelief written all over his face.
He remembered how, back at the stone gambling workshop in Divine City, the Divine Silkworm had cried until heaven and earth seemed to darken when this Goddess was first cut free.
Now that they had met again, the Divine Silkworm still remembered her despite having undergone several transformations.
Half of the purple-haired Divine Silkworm Princess's hair hung down, concealing a small part of her face. A tender smile appeared on her exquisite, ethereal features.
She gently stroked the Little Divine Silkworm and said softly, "Be good. Don't cry. Haven't we met again? It's truly precious that you still remember me. I'll reward you with a block of Divine Source later."
When she smiled, her white teeth gleamed like pearls in the sunlight. Her radiant smile touched everyone present, and even the air seemed filled with warmth.
"May I ask what brings you here, Princess?" an Ancient King from Divine Silkworm Ridge asked.
"I came for the Nine Marvels Immortal Medicine." The Divine Silkworm Princess looked at Jiang Zhu.
"The Nine Marvels Immortal Medicine?" The eyes of the many Ancestor Kings from Divine Silkworm Ridge suddenly lit