Chapter 747 Morning Sickness

• The spiritual vein she sto— picked up was tucked away. She daren't show anyone that. That vein was used to soup up her lake, and pebbles decorated the base.
• After millennia of nourishment, the crystalline spring had transformed into a sacred spiritual lake. What were once mere pebbles had blossomed into precious spiritual stones!
• "By the gods ... I must be the most fortuitous soul alive!" The sudden wealth assuaged her inner unrest.