Bai let out a breath, feeling much better. She rubbed her fair little fists, then casually tossed aside the scholar who had been beaten into a pig's head.
Some people had something wrong with their brains; reason simply could not get through to them. At times like that, one had to convince people with reason. A fist was the greatest "reason" of all. Before absolute "reason," so-called words had no power to resist whatsoever.
The crowd below remained silent. They had not only listened to the zither performance but had also witnessed the White-robed Fairy brutally beating up a brain-dead scholar. All they could say was that the trip had been worthwhile.
Bai stood and returned behind the curtain.
As for the human she had encountered on the stone bridge during the day, she had merely been curious why he had appeared here. From beginning to end, she had not given him a second look.
Soon, conversations began to rise all around.
"Haha, that girl said it well! I've long been sick of those scholars who do nothing all day except shoot their mouths off."
"Hey, don't spit blood at people. Not every scholar is like that."
"Even a musician can see such things clearly, yet some people remain stubbornly obsessed. If that is the case, then the country naturally has no reason to exist."
Xu Xian stared blankly in the direction Bai had left, unsure what he was thinking.
"That girl was so cool!" The youth in black also stared intently at the stage. Then he nudged Xu Xian's arm with his elbow and lowered his voice. "To be honest, I want to marry her and bring her home."
Xu Xian froze, a silent look surfacing in his eyes.
He and that fairy had never belonged to the same