Fat Tiger could not help starting to doze off.
Slow—far too slow. He wished everyone would stare in awe and weep with excitement. Fat Tiger somewhat regretted that his hearing injury had healed too quickly; the endless murmuring bored straight into his head. He was used to the mountain winds and rustling leaves of the Dragon Palace, fond of the patter of rain and waterfalls striking bluestone. At this moment, it felt as though swamp black mosquitoes were chasing him—grating and sleep-inducing.
As for the two guards' exaggerated, ferocious appearances, they seemed rather gentle in Fat Tiger's eyes.
The most terrifying beings in the world were the sword-wielding Daoists of the Paper Umbrella Secret Realm.
Whenever they drew their swords, his tiger liver trembled in fright. They were truly vicious.
Meanwhile, the Cangyun Valley cultivators and the outsiders around them were nervous, excited, and cautious. Having witnessed the bearing of the Visitor from the Upper Realm with their own eyes, they finally regained their reason after the excitement. The cautious nature buried deep in their hearts overcame their blind fervor.
Bai Yujun drifted off again...
Ignoring that glittering golden and auspicious display, she considered heading to a nearby Great World after dealing with the hidden, healing fiend.
Crossing the World Barrier was no challenge. Bai Yujun wanted to find out what exactly they were trying to do. First, they had used black water everywhere to absorb thought-power; now, they were secretly awakening a monster that had been slumbering as it healed. As the saying went, no one rose early without profit. There had to be a purpose behind it.
The plot involving that strange black water had been exposed by Bai Yujun and later cleared away by the Snake Demon Army. Then they had begun contacting certain Ancient Desolate Remnants.