Mist shrouded the lake.
The distant mountains could not be seen, nor the arched bridges made out, as though one were traveling amid the clouds.
White gauze curtains hung around the small boat, ripples spreading in its wake as it drifted leisurely through the thin fog. Inside the old wooden vessel's canopy, a figure could vaguely be seen reclining, a white-scaled dragon tail dangling into the water.
A clear, ethereal female voice sang softly.
"Rain had just ceased."
"Bridges led home."
"We met again in old dreams..."
"The wind sighed bleakly."
"The clouds stretched far away."
"The mountains were distant, and the road farther still..."
"A mortal heart, unfinished..."
The dragon tail mischievously curled up clear lake water. The post-rain mist was tranquil. Bai Yujun only wanted to hole up in her boat and idle away the hours. Water and mist—temporarily, that was enough for a dragon. It was wonderfully comfortable. Rumor had it the local fish dishes were peerless; she could make arrangements for that this afternoon.
"Ah, only a few carefree days in the mortal world, yet countless vexations await."
She lifted her dragon tail, droplets sliding down the white scales.
The graceful little boat drifted silently.
The lake reflected hazy mist, faint arch bridges, and blurred distant mountains. Water and shore were impossible to distinguish. The white fog after the rain was Bai Yujun's doing. She wanted mist, so mist arose. She could bend the scenery of the mortal world to her will. It was beautiful, was it not?
Her homeland was far away. When would she return?
She sang softly, her voice deep and distant...
The three Hui Xians truly begged for alms. Bai Yujun, on the other hand, only had a tradition of buying food and snatching food. Carrying a bowl around to beg always