Grace took the Xirang and the gourd vine and became excited. When she got the things in her hands, she knew that these things were the key to her becoming a saint.
Grace did not refuse at the moment. She walked to the open space by the river not far away, put down the Xirang, added river water, and began to make clay figures with the Xirang. This time she did not make it in the shape of the Swamp Lily, but instead combined her own facial features with Simon to make a small clay figure.
After shaping the clay figure, Grace blew a breath of spiritual energy as usual, then placed the clay figure on the ground, staring at it intently.
The next second, the little clay figure grew taller in the wind, and soon grew to the same size as Simon. Its hands moved flexibly, its eyes blinked, and its hair was a little messy and draped behind it. When it saw Grace, it shouted happily:
"Mother!"
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