Song Ciwan wielded the iron ladle, stirring the meatballs bobbing up and down in the pot.
Billowing steam rushed from the pot and puffed into her face, carrying with it the tantalizing aroma of meat.
Aunt Zhou squatted before the stove, feeding the fire and swallowing nonstop.
Song Ciwan furrowed her brow, pondering Aunt Zhou's earlier question while simultaneously operating the Heaven and Earth Scale to quickly sell the second mass of essence she had obtained from the green-clothed villager.
[You have sold a Village-Level Mysterious Ghost Spirit—Hate, Hate, Hate—weighing two catties and three taels. You have received one hint for the current Deceitful Realm.]
This time, she didn't receive Cultivation feedback, but a hint for the Deceitful Realm!
