Leaving the painted realm, she returned to the cold reality.
She raised her head, breathed, and exhaled steam. The exit was not far from where the dragon's mouth had been. Perhaps the awakening of the Golden Dragon Soul had shaken the mountain range; the formations Mr. Xun had laid down flickered one after another before collapsing, a rather spectacular sight.
Bai Yujun was in a foul mood and only wanted to find somewhere quiet to stay, but things rarely went as one wished.
"You vile beast, don't run!"
Mr. Xun's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched so tightly they ground, every brow hair standing on end. After waiting so many years, he had ended up pecked blind by the eagle; his final chance before his immortal lifespan ran out had slipped through his fingers. The fury filling him could no longer be restrained!
Bai Yujun, her heart heavy, swept Mr. Xun with an icy glance.
It was like having a bucket of cold water dumped over his head, instantly sobering him.
Realizing that he had actually felt fear toward a dragon, he flew into a rage out of humiliation.
"You... damn it!"
No, something was wrong! He suddenly realized that the white dragon's cultivation had advanced.
"I waited all these years! That dragon blood is mine! Mine!"
He roared furiously again.
A dignified immortal sprayed spittle everywhere, completely disregarding his dignity and appearance. It seemed he intended to tear off all pretense at last.
The corner of Bai Yujun's mouth curled in a cold smile, her eyes brimming with mockery.
"Heh. Before, it was 'Fellow Daoist' this and 'Fairy' that, all modest courtesy and gentle spring breezes. Why has our reunion made you so realistic? How are you any different from mortals?"
"Hmph! Stringing along a vile beast like you