A certain white figure drifted to the cliffside platform outside the main hall. Fat Tiger had already fitted himself with a saddle and burlap sacks, his huge head stretching out its tongue to lick the moss from the stone railing. The stone he had licked was cleaner than if rain had washed it.
Cheng Su, who had been sitting on the steps before the hall reading, rose and respectfully saluted Bai Yujun.
Bai Yujun glanced at Cheng Su's fortune and destiny.
The outline of a yin-yang taiji wheel had already formed. Cheng Su initially possessed the makings of a sect leader—an exceedingly rare quality.
"Very good. It seems you have never neglected your studies. Excellent. Study hard and improve every day. The day you establish your sect is not far off. When that time comes, I'll have Fat Tiger serve as your mountain-guarding spirit beast. Set up a divine seat and statue in the sect's main hall to protect the sect. You may also take whichever of the other demon beasts in the palace you fancy."
The sleepy, vacant-eyed Fat Tiger tilted his massive head slightly, as though struggling to comprehend the spirit of his boss's speech.
The fox crouching behind Cheng Su's legs dearly wanted to be a mountain-guarding spirit beast. But after glancing at the tiger demon's claws and fangs, it promptly hurled that thought off the cliff.
The words "establish a sect" left Cheng Su dazed for a moment.
Half a lifetime had been spent drifting through the storms and rains of the Jianghu.
By middle age, Cheng Su had become disheartened and planned to abandon the path of cultivation. Yet unexpectedly, she encountered the General Store amid the mist. From then on, she rose straight to the clouds and was able to ascend the mountain.
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