Without her immortal power, she couldn't finish washing all these clothes before nightfall.
Qiann Yan withdrew her dazed gaze and turned to look at Yuling's position. Without the support of immortal power, she was clumsily taking out the clothes from the wooden barrel one by one to pound and wash. Soon, she was exhausted and sweating profusely, her arms weakened.
"If only I still had my immortal power," Yuling couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Big sister must be trying to discourage me; maybe she's observing me from the side right now. I can't give up. Washing clothes is just washing clothes; I can't leave my husband."
Qiann Yan lowered her eyes. If anyone could see her gaze, they would know it was full of mockery.
Using this method to discourage her?
No, she would never do such a silly thing.
She was just here to watch this person's plight.
