In a remote Small World, the Dragon Palace secret realm.
Light from a teleportation array flashed once more atop the boat-shaped floating island. Bai Yujun returned with Fat Tiger and Six Wings. Fat Tiger opened his mouth and tossed a half-dead freak onto the ground—a red-skinned, bald-headed creature with three arms. After spitting it out, he hurriedly rinsed his mouth with mountain spring water. Even after washing for a long while, he still could not stop drooling; strings of saliva hung from the corners of his mouth and dripped endlessly to the ground. He was more or less poisoned.
He hurriedly dug out a pile of pills he had picked up while cleaning and selected a Detoxification Pill to swallow.
A lantern with a murky flame hung from a dead branch of a crooked old tree nearby. The flame brightened to illuminate the red monster, then lost interest. Qiu Qi still wore her holy, compassionate expression as she brewed up ways to tease the new prisoner. Watching the red-skinned creature fly into the air only to be stomped back down by a dragon claw, its dazed and shocked expression was immensely amusing.
Bai Yujun raised an arm. As usual, Six Wings transformed into a tattoo. Fat Tiger, drooling from the corner of his mouth, Teleported to the Dragon Palace. After first counting the little demons, he found that not only had none been lost, but several more had joined them. Then he Teleported to the entrance of the General Store Pavilion.
With a snap of her fingers.
The ancient pavilion seemed to come alive. It swayed left and right, wrenching its bluestone foundation from the earth. After shaking a few more times, it grew smaller and smaller, then bounced toward Bai Yujun, finally turning into a palm-sized trinket.
An empty,