Fat Head Cat leaped onto the threshold and looked back at the woman.
Standing before the building and gazing up at the mysterious pavilion, she sighed silently. Since she was already here, she could only take things one step at a time. Just like the unshakeable hierarchy among mortal men, what difference was there between low-ranking cultivators and ants before the strong?
Several carved doors slowly opened, and the light within the hall spilled across the stone bricks outside, casting the woman's long shadow.
The tiger-headed cat had already gone inside and looked back, signaling for the woman to hurry after him.
She lifted her leg over the high threshold and entered the hall. Looking around, she saw decorations extravagant to the extreme yet not lacking in elegance. The soft jade floor tiles felt comfortable beneath her feet, several lanterns lit the room brightly, and strange objects filled compartments of varying sizes all around.
Fat Tiger casually found a spot to lie down and catch up on sleep.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the hall, patter, patter.
A Little Girl who looked quite young came down the stairs. She wore wooden slippers and a red skirt embroidered with cloud patterns. Her sleepy eyes made her look as though she had only just woken up, and she held an exquisite round fan in her hand. Her slippers clattered down the stairs, patter, patter.
Bai Yujun stretched and yawned.
She rubbed her face, instantly switching to an alluring yet languid expression.
"Welcome to my little shop."
The woman's vision blurred, and Bai Yujun had already appeared behind her, carefully sniffing her scent.
Gently waving her small round fan, Bai Yujun floated back and forth through the air before landing atop a desk, where she sat swinging her legs. Her rosewood