The Grade-Nine Spiritual Water
Editor: Henyee Translations
Zhongli Zhiwei's heart trembled with anger as she beheld this scene.
The sheer incredibility lay in the fact that even the flora naturally occurring between heaven and earth seemed to know how to ingratiate themselves with the powerful and align with the aristocracy!
Embracing this perspective offered her a sense of solace.
For without it, she grappled to rationalize why she had to unite with the Crown Prince Consort, when even those plants scorned such an alliance.
Though Zhongli Zhiyi too was taken aback, her reaction paled compared to Zhongli Zhiwei's envy, which twisted her entire visage.
Unlike others, Zhongli Zhiyi refrained from clamoring around the petite pond or embroiling herself in a contest over that droplet of sacred water.
Exceeding a hundred individuals, the water pool contained barely enough for a mere sip per person. To squander such effort in seizing that mouthful of water was a ludicrous anomaly.