"Favored by the World Will? It looked like it would be a losing deal."
Bai Yujun stepped on a cloud and led Fat Head Cat away from the vegetable garden, drifting hurriedly to the front of the pavilion. Clumps of dirt fell from the roots of the tender scallions in her hand, leaving a trail behind her.
Bai Yujun stood at the entrance in a cook's outfit, holding scallions, with the outstanding employee who wore many hats beside her.
Her gaze followed the descending stone steps, where a figure could vaguely be seen stumbling through the thick mist.
The golden tabby Fat Head Cat stretched out his neck to investigate. His tiger eyes, seventy percent sleepy and thirty percent adorably vacant, spotted a little beggar around ten years old. After a life of wind, sun, and hardship, it was impossible to tell his exact age. This world was chaotic. Beggars wandering through human territory were still considered fortunate; slaves penned by demons, devils, and heretical cultivators were the truly miserable ones.
Whoever was strong held power. When humans were strong, they could raise birds and beasts for food. Likewise, when demons, devils, and heretical cultivators were strong, they would pen humans as blood food. It was the typical law of the jungle.
Seeing how slowly he walked, Bai Yujun idly tore off a scallion leaf and ate it.
The mountain clouds and mist she had arranged earlier belonged to a natural formation. What a dragon made was no different from what nature created—complex, profound, and difficult to comprehend, with many "doors" hidden within.
The doors were not merely at the foot of the mountain; they were also in intangible, ethereal places. Everything depended on fate.
The little beggar had never been to these mountains before. He had previously begged in