Looking at the complete bird's egg in her hand, Qiao Mu secretly muttered to herself, feeling a bit queasy.
How could she have mistaken this for a bird's egg?
She concentrated, focusing on the ethereal presence within the Spirit Ruins.
Upon closer examination, the object shrouded in mist no longer resembled a white duck egg. Instead, it appeared more spherical in nature.
What could it possibly be?
No matter how hard she tried to decipher it, she couldn't make sense of it. Her divine consciousness had automatically retreated from her inner vision.
She withdrew her gaze and gazed ahead in a daze.
Oddly, when had she returned to her room in Winterwood Court?
The young girl turned over and sat up, surveying her surroundings. As she lifted the blanket, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her petite head.
She quickly leaned back against the bed frame and gently massaged her throbbing forehead.
