With a heavy heart, she walked out of the main hall.
At this point, it was no longer merely mountain rain filling the tower—it was enough wind to rip away even curtains and roof tiles.
Who in the Heavenly Court could secretly collude with sinister hands to assassinate someone at the Ascension Platform? A certain rebel organization would be the first to claim responsibility. Even if they had not done it, they would take the credit to boost their prestige. Unfortunately, there was no way to completely uproot and cut away the malignant tumor.
Let the big shots rack their brains over it. Better yet, let their brains suffer a stroke.
Swaying as she went, she slipped into the exclusive mission hall next door for the Female Guard Camp.
A certain dragon had learned to be clever. She would not accept any mission even remotely connected to danger. Even if the rewards were generous and the difficulty low, no. She picked only the simplest ones—so long as she could complete her official duties, that was enough.
"Fanning the flames for Doushuai Palace? Heh heh, who else but me?"
Following the procedure, she eagerly accepted the mission, then went outside and stood at the Jade Pool dock, looking around before calling to the boatman.
"Boatman~ Over here, over here~"
The boatman silently took a certain divine general aboard, inwardly sighing that the ways of immortals had declined. A dignified immortal who had once ascended by ferry was back to his old mortal trade. Still, he actually felt the tiniest bit of delight and nostalgia...
Little White sat at the bow, her slender fingers tapping repeatedly as she calculated and foretold the future. Wherever danger lay, she stayed far away from it.
She refused to believe that petty villains would dare provoke