The underground river cavern was like an unlidded vat of spoiled, sour pickles, and the pitch-black acidic rain was pouring down with great enthusiasm.
Beneath the skeleton of Skeleton Shi Lei lay that scorched, rice-crust-like large stewpot. The lid of the pot rattled noisily under the pressure of the steam, spitting sour and putrid white smoke laced with the scent of rotting roots from its edges with "pfft-pfft" sounds. The pool of acidic mud inside, formed by the flesh of the Demonic Willow, bubbled with the sound of a thousand-year-old vat of stale vinegar simmering into a paste.
On his left wrist bone, the little willow sprite nestled within the dark purple sugar shell was sleeping soundly. She rolled over, and the sharp tip of her slender leaf scraped a brand-new cut across the hard sugar shell with a crisp "scratch" sound.
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