She fused the Spirit Pearl into one of the small seashells with the best potential and gave it a pile of Spirit Pills and magic weapons, without saying much, only leaving three sentences.
"Don't always dwell on the sorrow of the deceased, live your own life well, cultivate diligently, and with a knife in hand, you need not fear thieves at your door."
"The clan's shade lasts forever, life upon life, unceasing."
"Oh, and give me that seaweed; I want to make seaweed soup tonight to nourish my fat pig."
Taking several bundles of seaweed, she left with a dashing flair, leaving a group of little seashells with tearful eyes.
When Qin Yu left the marine area, at the deepest part of the sea, or rather, at the bottom of the swirling vortex, something extended out, connecting to the undersea spiritual veins. From these veins, it traveled, linking to a place—the Blood Refining Secret Realm.
