Dragon Palace, by the cliff.
Fat Cat crouched atop the railing, licking his wounds. With one sweep of his barbed tongue, he could weaken the lingering Sword Qi.
His lazy gaze occasionally watched the end of the sea of clouds. Reflected in his pupils were an Old Scholar Tree, an ancient moss-covered well, and Cheng Su in green robes.
Thick mist billowed in the direction of the General Store Pavilion. Little Hedgehog led the way with tiny quick steps, a heartbroken female ghost floating behind him. They entered the dense fog to send the ghost down the mountain.
Inside the pavilion, Bai Yujun looked at the gold nugget in her hand and shook her head.
With a hard flick, the gold nugget reverted to a certain kind of energy and dispersed. It was money in the ghost's hands, but once it reached Bai Yujun, it could only return to an energy somewhat like mind power. This was the female ghost's entire fortune, meant to trade for the goods she wanted. Bai Yujun had no interest in underworld items, nor could she sell it to other customers as merchandise. She could only write it off as a business loss and let it turn to ashes.
Her figure flashed, and she vanished in an instant, reappearing beside Fat Cat as he licked his fur with her hands behind her back.
The railing was a little too tall.
"..."
The lofty railing blocked her forehead perfectly.
She pursed her lips. If she had known, she would have made the bluestone railing shorter. While grumbling inwardly, she lightly floated up and sat on a railing post. The mountain breeze was cool and refreshing. Bai Yujun liked staying in the mountains to watch the forests, streams, and valleys. Of course, what she loved most was