Meanwhile, far away at Xingxing Orphanage in Hushi, Nianxi, who was in the middle of her cultivation, suddenly felt as though she were about to lose something precious in her heart.
The sensation made the little girl immediately stop cultivating. She quickly took out the colorful toy pony she always carried with her.
When she saw that the pony—usually so lustrous, like a piece of untarnished jade—had lost its color and turned into a plain, ordinary toy, an ominous premonition suddenly surged through her heart.
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