Yan Luoluo sat kneeling before the jade desk in the Divine Palace of Samsara, her dark hair tumbling messily over her shoulders. The mountains of scrolls piled on the desk threatened to engulf her, each one shimmering with pale golden Divine Runes. Biting down on the end of her brush and frowning deeply, her wrist ached so badly she could barely lift it.
"Article 1,320: Gods shall not interfere with the rise and fall of mortal dynasties..." she muttered under her breath, the ink formed from Divine Power flowing slowly across the scroll. Suddenly losing her focus, the Divine Power at the tip of her brush surged out of control, and with a soft *siff*, the three pages of scrolls she had just finished writing instantly turned to ash.
"Ah!" Furious, Yan Luoluo hurled her writing brush to the floor, splattering ink across her face until she looked like a calico cat. Rubbing her sore wrist with a wronged expression, her eyes reddened. "I only ate one stick of candied hawthorn..."
Chapter 54