Bai Chuwei's slender fingers tap leisurely on the sofa's armrest, her smile carrying much intrigue: "For such a significant task as restoring the dragon vein, of course, a monument must be erected to record it, so that all future generations can know."
Bai Chuwei gently twists her neck, suddenly shifting into a lazy, spectator-like posture, resting her chin with her hand and smiling: "Little Zhao, I think I still have a giant Spirit Stone here. You can take it to use for the monument."
A thousand years ago, she set up the Seven Stars Dragon Vein Array and casually erected a monument at the array's eye. There was some stone left at the time, now it's put to use.
Bai Chuwei observes the ever-changing expressions of the group, lightly laughing as she asks: "What? You don't like this return gift of mine? Is this gift not grand enough?"
The cultivators: "…"
Such complicated emotions!
How could they ever think they could take advantage of Bai Chuwei?
