And inside the small cabin assigned to her, another Ning Xiaoxian was seated cross-legged on the ground, with a pill furnace half-person tall before her. The clothes on her body, the ornaments in her hair, the proper sitting posture... from any angle, this was her herself, even the aura was exactly the same. The curtain had already been lowered, but people outside could still barely make out the inhabitant's movements.
Both she and Changtian knew that there would be no more earthquakes, so this substitute's appearance wouldn't arouse suspicion anymore.
