After retrieving the Dragon Hunting Crossbow, she returned to the Immortal Realm.
The Divine Dragon Hall had thoroughly enraged Bai Moulong. They kept making trouble and tripping her up over every little thing. The well-behaved dragon finally could not endure it any longer and went berserk. Silently, she slipped back into the Immortal Realm. She had intended to use a Teleportation Array to travel straight to Jiuli, but the chaotic war had suspended its use. After much difficulty, she found several Teleportation Arrays still operating and took a roundabout route.
Her cultivation had grown powerful, yet she always felt something was missing.
In her childhood, she had sailed alone with the current past green mountains and through Qutang Gorge, seen Chang'an's brilliant lights beneath the night sky, witnessed countless beautiful sights and all the varied faces of the world. There had been a poetic freedom to roaming the magnificent Jianghu.
Now, she had seen the Heavenly Court and witnessed the splendor of the Immortal Realm, yet she lacked that carefree ease.
If she could, Bai Yujun would have liked to walk step by step rather than crossing millions of li between day and night.
After much trouble, she reached the lawless borderlands.
She vanished into wind and clouds, streaking across the dark mountains as she went to visit the Half-Dragon People...
Endless mountains.
Tender green rice paddies had been planted among the forested peaks. Houses nestled against the mountainsides. There was the rugged boldness of the Demon Race and the delicate refinement of humankind; towns, villages, and schools formed a tiny kingdom seemingly isolated from the world. Divine dragon patterns could be seen everywhere. Dragon carvings adorned the rooftops, and golden divine dragons danced across the plaques of halls and palaces. Dragons were everywhere.
Perhaps the Half-Dragon People's bloodline could