It Might Be Better

The next day dawned, but her mind was still filled entirely with the Lesser Realm.

Baek Cheong lay facedown on her bed, wiggling only her fingers.

Her thoughts kept multiplying, one after another.

If it was a fragment of the Spirit Realm, how had it fallen away?

Why had that fallen fragment ended up lodged in the very heart of the Lower Realm?

What lay beyond the boundary wall that even Nascent Soul grand cultivators could not cross?

Nothing was getting resolved cleanly.

Yet it wasn't as though she could cross over herself and see for herself.

‘If only I could hear the details from someone.’

It was around then, as she rubbed her chin against her hapless pillow...