A certain Bai lowered her head and studied the chair intently.
It was awkward. Once she sat down, her feet could not reach the floor. If she shortened the chair, she would lose height for nothing and diminish her imposing presence. Nor could she receive guests while floating atop a cloud. She had originally considered making this temporary body grow taller faster, but after her dragon soul had possessed it for too long, it had essentially completed its evolution. As everyone knew, dragons had long lifespans and grew exceedingly slowly. At the very least, she would not grow any taller for the next two or three thousand years.
With a helpless, powerless sigh, she leaned back and saw a young woman crossing through the gates.
Every step seemed precisely measured, without the slightest deviation. Very professional.
Not a single flaw could be found in the sway of her skirt and sleeves. A sour feeling suddenly welled up in Bai Moulong's heart. Look at that bearing, that gaze. She did not even need to tilt her head forty-five degrees to look down upon the world.
Bai Yujun curled her lips. Cold arrogance could neither be eaten nor drunk; it was utterly useless. Cruel ferocity was the proper path. Sharp fangs and claws were the Heavenly Dao.
Sensing carefully, she discovered that the other woman was roughly thirteen thousand years old.
She was a junior of the Phoenix Clan. Whether in seniority or strength, she was very weak, so Bai Yujun had no need to go out and receive her personally.
Setting aside her chaotic thoughts, she straightened her hoodie and trousers, sat properly, and waited quietly for the woman to enter.
The Phoenix Clan woman saw Bai Yujun in the sitting room, crossed the threshold, then bowed deeply with lowered head