The Great General gazed toward the towering peaks, disappointment written across his face.
Bai Yujun did not know the plans of the Great General and the Female Guard Camp's highest-ranking True Immortal commander. She merely obeyed orders, though she could roughly guess that taking the route through Zhengrong Mountain was meant to give petty villains an opportunity, allowing them to sweep away the Goblins and Monsters lurking behind the scenes. Unfortunately, the incompetents hiding in dark corners had greatly disappointed the commander.
Dozens of vessels escorted the towering warship as it sailed between the peaks. Even the birds were silent.
The cool breeze rustled the ancient pines.
The air currents howled.
Bai Yujun stood by the railing with her eyes closed and her head tilted back. Mist swept past the ship's side as she strained to catch scents with her nose.
"What a stench. Pah. What a waste of such picturesque scenery. If I had to find words for these idiots, it would be washing one's feet in a clear spring, drying one's underpants beneath flowers, burning a zither to boil a crane."
The Great General standing before the hall suddenly felt his whole body stiffen...
Washing feet in a clear wellspring, drying underwear beneath flowers, burning an ancient zither, and boiling a white crane—where did that dragon head get so many strange ideas?
"Yujun, the plan has changed. You and several other divine generals will go clean them up. I'm giving you half an incense stick's time. Oh, right—no survivors."
"This subordinate obeys."
She turned, bent her legs slightly, and launched herself into the air!
Several figures raced at astonishing speed toward the various mountain peaks and rocks.
The moss atop the cliff was tender green. A pair of hands gripped the rock as someone climbed up to the