The clay pot was just ordinary, and not even properly sealed.
Once salvaged again, the fragile bones inside suffered unwarranted disaster and got quite dirty.
Li Wenli and Bai Junjun suddenly felt stuck.
If the Fire-Swallowing Tribe found out that they had broken a major taboo, would it lead to a rupture?
Bai Junjun held her head in her hands, unsure how to face this. She had just remarked about the fox's antics, then pulled off a big stunt herself—now how would she clean up this mess?
Li Wenli awkwardly laughed: "Don't worry, I'll handle it."
Saying this, Li Wenli manipulated the wind and flipped out everything from the clay pot, among which Bai Junjun keenly noticed the last pot contained many scrolls, but they were so wet that their original appearance was indiscernible.
