"Wah~ Wah~"
A crisp baby's cry shattered the tranquility of the desolate desert.
"Quite a handsome little one, haha!" The Old Nun sneered, "Don't cry, don't cry, I'll send you to the Blissful Realm soon. That mourning face of yours is not auspicious!"
"Give me back my child! Give him back!" Jiang Shuying's breath was utterly feeble, and her face had turned a sallow hue.
The earthlike pallor of her complexion was already a sign of impending death.
But she couldn't care less about her own condition, only struggling with all her might to crawl toward her child.
Unfortunately, she had not an ounce of strength. She couldn't even manage to blink, let alone crawl.
Her rapidly rising cultivation over the past few months had plummeted sharply during childbirth, falling to rock bottom, leaving not a trace. Now, she was even weaker than an ordinary postpartum mother.
