The setting sun neared the mountains. Fireflies had already lit up deep in the valley, while the mountainside still held traces of the afterglow.
The pear tree's shade fell over the rocks, its snow-white blossoms dyed pale red. Flocks of white birds faced the sunset, flickering in and out of sight with every beat of their wings.
The little demons who had labored all day felt uneasy.
They hoped to receive the pills as soon as possible, yet feared they had fallen into a scam.
They were extremely tense and sensitive. Out of the corners of their eyes, they watched the fierce tiger lick its paws and scrub its muzzle and face. As its saliva-soaked paws wiped again and again, the red bloodstains on the fur around its mouth gradually vanished. After washing its face, it washed its ears. That very afternoon, the tiger had bitten several Demonic Cultivators who entered the mountains in search of blood food to death—one bite each, crunchy as crackers.
With a blur before their eyes, a small figure appeared by the cliff. Bai Yujun raised her arms high and yawned.
"You did a good job. After collecting your pills, remember to hurry up and cultivate. You may stay on the mountain or return to your nests, whichever you prefer. No overtime tonight."
She casually flipped open the wooden crate. More than fifty pills flew out and landed in the little demons' paws.
Unable to resist the fragrance of the pills, the little demons swallowed them on the spot.
Worried that returning to their nests to cultivate might be risky, they all chose to remain on the platform for the night. Imitating the old White-bearded Tree Demon, they bent at the waist and clasped their paws in salute, then immediately began cultivating. Logically, so many