After relaxing, she inexplicably drifted into a daze.
The private room was filled with the rich fragrance of wine mingled with the smell of food, lively and bustling, yet Bai Yujun suddenly began staring blankly. Her unfocused eyes gazed at the ceiling, and everything felt a little unreal.
The mortal world truly was a strange place...
One moment, Hellfire had burned all things to ash; the next, the winehouse was fragrant and packed with diners.
Outside the window, the night market streets bustled beneath the darkness. The towers and pavilions of wealthy households glowed with lamplight as guests came calling.
Unreal.
Bai Yujun was certain she had not crossed any spatial barrier.
Behind vermilion gates, wine and meat went to waste; in brothels, pipes and songs danced through the air. It was as though no one knew the Hellish Evil Ghosts had already set foot in the mortal world. Or perhaps ordinary people simply could not reach such matters. Mountains stood high, roads stretched far, rivers ran long. Those who faced yellow earth with their backs to heaven, digging food from the soil, could hardly know what lay beyond their town. The people of a city knew little more than the few neighboring cities.
The dragon-headed girl muddleheadedly thought of how living beings had been fooled for countless ages. Tens of thousands of years ago, they farmed to survive; tens of thousands of years later, they were still mending the primordial wilderness alongside yellow oxen. What a failure.
She shook her head and stopped thinking nonsense.
She raised her wine cup. Wine Worm crawled onto its rim and spat wine until the cup was full. The stuff brewed better wine than the monkeys' peach blossom wine.
She tipped it back with a slurp, her phoenix eyes growing ever more pleased