"Do you have anything to say to us, Ancient Soul senior?"
By the riverbank, four women surrounded a ball playing dead, holding a trial in three sessions.
The soul ball honestly replied, "As you can see, I am not a residual soul, fully rounded and brilliantly colored."
"...Is that the question we asked? Don't think you can act cute to get away with it." San Niang reached out, picked up the soul ball, and sat down on it.
The soul ball sprouted two hands, struggling on both sides: "I say, we just barely escaped from the sky-collapse!"
Xia Chichi squatted in front, poking with two fingers: "Oh, the ancient senior who survived the sky-collapse, you've been through so much, no wonder you can charm so many beauties..."
Piaomiao always stood by with arms crossed, leaning against a blossom tree with a cold gaze, but now she felt a bit of sympathy, suddenly reaching out to save the soul ball from under San Niang's bottom, holding it in her arms.
