By the window, Bai Yujun gazed into the distance.
Many people loved the bustling night market, its bright lights and vivid fireworks. Yet Bai Yujun was looking at the rolling mountains far away.
Ten thousand mountains lay silent, some gentle and relaxed, others rugged as blades. Beneath the pale blue night sky, the mountain range was dark and profound. Looking upon mountains at night could quiet the heart, and a certain Bai's lazy nature flared up again...
It would have been even better without some idiot standing atop a tower, making grandiose declarations and disturbing a dragon's peace.
She felt like playing a tune on the zither.
But considering how lazy she was, she could only painfully give up on the idea.
She stroked Qing Ling's lovely hair and vaguely recalled the days when Qing Ling had kept her company. Those days seemed very far away. Since arriving in the Primordial Immortal Realm, they had spent more time apart than together. In truth, she simply did not want the weak Qing Ling to be implicated—unless she became powerful enough.
Reaching out to arrange the silly girl's hair, after a dizzying blur of movement, Qing Ling had become a maid with twin buns.
Bai Yujun smiled, very satisfied with her handiwork.
It would have been even better if this girl were not so limp, as though she had no bones.
"Now that we've eaten and drunk our fill, let's head back."
Outside the window, the night market's pedestrians gradually thinned. The restaurant waiter used a pole to snuff out the lantern flames, while vendors pushed their wooden carts home with creaking wheels. The only thing that remained unchanged was the street full of wandering ghosts, young and old alike still drifting about without purpose...
They went downstairs on wooden steps that