Bai Yujun heard Little Stone snoring, occasionally smacking his lips. Perhaps he was dreaming of something delicious.
The Snake Demon Boy caught a fat Bamboo Rat outside the wall.
Several times, he lifted it high, intending to swallow it, but in the end he forcibly held back and did not eat it. Carrying the Bamboo Rat, he tossed it to the other side of the slope. Tired from patrolling the mountain, he returned to rest by the vegetable patch, watching over the garden Old Hui Xian had painstakingly cultivated.
Bai Yujun could not sleep.
All sorts of chaotic thoughts flashed through her mind. After confirming the general path of the future, she pondered how to deal with the false saints. Those old geezers were not only skilled at scheming, but even more skilled at hiding. Fortunately, ever since escaping Sky Pillar Mountain, Bai Yujun had seized the initiative. If she had guessed correctly, the false saints still had two chances: the threat lurking in the deepest reaches of Hell Abyss, and a second chance that should come from waiting for fluctuations in fate during the great calamity, borrowing the strength of great fortune.
Fate was a thing both illusory and intangible.
When some mighty beings hit a low point in their fortune, they could even face the danger of death.
Bai Yujun was currently wandering about alone, yet the false saints did not even dare to gang up and besiege her. That showed just how cautious and life-cherishing they were. Without absolute certainty, they would not act. The cards remaining in their hands still carried some weight.
She truly hoped they would stop hiding and hurry up for a face-to-face fight—the kind that left their faces covered in blood.
Unfortunately, they were equally versed in the spirit of old dogs,