She folded up the white paper umbrella.
She deftly shook off the water and set the paper umbrella by the door. The Dilapidated Temple was drier and more comfortable than outside; at least it offered shelter from the rain.
"Half-Dragon People? Interesting. I rarely see your kind."
The mountain god and the other three remained utterly motionless.
Perhaps Bai Yujun's easygoing manner had eased the woman's tension somewhat.
"My homeland is very, very far away, near Jiuli in the distant south. I walked for more than ten years before reaching this place. Many of my kin, like me, disguise themselves as humans to live among them. Senior, you may have encountered my kin before. They... are they doing well?"
That question gave Bai Yujun a bit of trouble.
She looked around. There was a pile of campfire ashes ringed with stones in the temple. Casually picking up a few pieces of wood and tossing them in, she rubbed her little hands together and ignited a flame to warm herself.
She thought it over carefully and earnestly.
"Probably not particularly well."
She crouched by the fire. The flames brought warmth, lending a faint flush to her snowy, pretty face.
A certain Bai continued speaking.
"I remember there seemed to be demon beasts hunting them down, the sort with Dragon Bloodline. If I remember correctly, they were called the Divine Dragon Hall? Yes, that was the name. Don't worry, they escaped in the end."
At those words, the woman's expression turned exceedingly ugly.
"Divine Dragon Hall..."
Her voice brimmed with hatred, every word ground out through clenched teeth.
Bai Yujun felt she might be about to hear a new tale, one about hatred.
"Tell me about it. If it's inconvenient, you don't have to. I'm simply curious. Besides, I don't like those