Butterfly Spring.
Whenever she had the time, Bai Yujun would surely travel the world to see its beautiful sights.
Perhaps constrained by their state of mind, few Immortals, Demons, and Monsters cared about the scenery by the roadside. They were not even as appreciative as mortal poets, who left poems and verses behind at every splendid vista. Jiuli had even more beautiful scenery, but the long distance to the far south and generations of hatred made it all the harder to set foot there.
A certain Bai did not care in the slightest. She was not human, after all.
She dug out a flying magical treasure, shaped like a gourd. Sitting on it was uncomfortable, but she made do with it.
Spoils of war.
She had forgotten which unlucky fellow she had snatched it from. There was an awful lot of miscellaneous junk inside.
She and Mu Duo controlled the gourd one before the other, flying into the mountains to see the legendary Butterfly Spring. The battle was over anyway, and all that remained was mopping up the remnants. She had not come this time with any command position, so she was completely free.
The beautiful spot was very close to Mu Duo's little stockade. They could see each other from the mountaintops. In a sense, it counted as Mu Duo's territory.
"Old Duo, play us a tune."
"Mm."
Mu Duo took out her hulusi and played softly.
It really sounded wonderful...
After finishing one tune, Mu Duo began to sing a lovely mountain song.
Jiuli girls really had wonderful voices. Perhaps communication in the mountains mostly relied on shouting, and over time, they had developed excellent voices. It was quite distinctive.
Life ought to be like this—calm, peaceful, and half-idle.
Under bright sunlight, they flew to Butterfly Spring and