At dusk, Bai Yujun settled down in the county town.
The Imperial Dynasty had enjoyed peace for many years, with no war heard of for ages. The county town before her was proof enough. Its not-too-tall outer walls had become inner walls as the town expanded—not that the walls had gotten up and run away.
The roadside archways made it easy to see that this was an ancient city, steeped in the weight of history.
A hint of chaos appeared on the streets.
A huge striped tiger strolled through town with the swagger of someone who recognized neither father nor mother, carrying sacks and a little girl on its back. Pedestrians spread the news as they ran. Those ahead fled in panic, while those behind, seeing no real danger, called over acquaintances to watch, hoping to bask in a little immortal aura.
For ordinary folk, this was truly an eye-opener. After all, taking a couple of looks would not offend an immortal.
As they walked, the tiger stopped in front of a butcher's shop and refused to move.
Its enormous head poked into the shop. It licked its lips, its round tiger nose flaring without showing its nostrils as it inhaled and exhaled. While sniffing out the scents, it also blew away the flies settled on the raw meat.
The neglected short-tailed cat sat beside the tiger's paw, intently whittling wood. The Lynx Cat's cultivation was high, and she rarely felt hungry.
The burly, bare-chested butcher's teeth chattered. The oppressive presence of that tiger's head was simply too much for an ordinary person to bear.
Bai Yujun, sitting sideways atop the tiger's back, remembered that it was time to feed the cat.
She nimbly slid down from the tiger's back.
Rummaging through her cloth pouch, she took out a piece