"Sangsang, your child… was… eaten…" As a mother, my heart ached dully.
So was it because of this that Sangsang lost her child... And the child was a girl no less!
They had only taken half of Little Dumpling's soul as a stuntman and even made Little Dumpling wear a dress.
Sangsang laughed for a good while, "Yes! To be born as a Medicinal Snake means to be eaten; to them, my child is no different from Ginseng or Lycium chinense... But to a mother, to me, that was my life!"
"Was it because of this that you rose up in rebellion and killed the Meishan Mountain Sorcerer?" My emotions were being fiercely tugged at, yet, what played in my mind was the image of Sangsang biting my maternal grandfather.
Be it through guessing the years or through the time when the high monk suppressed Sangsang,
