Silver-domed heavens.
The tranquil Mirror Lake reflected the snow-silver, sacred-white ancient osmanthus tree. Its gnarled roots slanted upward to support a canopy, slowly scattering moonlight across the sky. Beneath the majestic ancient tree, Bai Yujun, in her tiny half-dragon form, tilted her head back, her phoenix eyes brimming with curiosity.
Beyond that indescribable holiness, she felt even more solitude and the vicissitudes of time.
At a moment like this, she ought to do something.
She lowered her head and rummaged through her little storage.
She quickly gave up. By custom, one expressed reverence by burning joss paper and lighting tall incense. But this place was so clean and sacred that burning incense and paper would only pollute it, so she abandoned the idea. Still, she had to flatter it some other way. She could not just do nothing because the Taiyin Star had not said anything.
This dragon was cultured, reasonable, humble, and polite, with lofty dragonly character.
Before the ancient Taiyin that had existed since World Creation, she had to pay her respects.
She combed her hair, wiped down her dragon horns, and smoothed her pointed ears.
"Bright moon hangs in the sky, reflecting clarity across ten thousand miles. Mountains and rivers lie beneath the night; moonlight ever shines upon all living things. On this fine festival day, White Dragon Bai Yujun of the dragon race offers worship to Taiyin."
She bent at the waist, lowered her head, and bowed deeply.
It was important to lower one's stance before a big shot who was friendly toward her. Besides, she had nothing to lose.
Perhaps some flattery might even earn her a benefit.
It was still very quiet.
Yet Bai Yujun could sense the Taiyin Star's joy. Like the various greater and lesser worlds, such ancient beings could often express