With nothing to do, Bai Yujun planned to cultivate beneath a tree. But when she saw dozens of immortal cultivators and Demon Cultivators seated beneath the divine tree on the Back Mountain, comprehending the Dao while gazing upon the splendor of the Chaos Treasure, she decided to stay quietly atop the mountain and not make any rash moves. Forget it. She would cultivate somewhere else.
They had all paid.
That was right. Aside from cultivators within the empire and Daoist immortal cultivators, outsiders had to pay a fee before they could ascend the Floating Mountain.
As a merchant, she had always favored fair trade. No one should even think of getting something for nothing; once money and goods changed hands, neither side owed the other anything.
She could only while away her time in the divine palace. In the mornings, she stood outside the hall Swallowing Clouds and Exhaling Mist. Once the morning sun rose, she basked in it for a while before returning to the warm chamber to sleep. Now and then, it rained, and she sat by the window watching droplets stream from the eaves like strings of pearls.
Before she knew it, more than two months had passed.
One day, near the end of the Hour of the Snake, Xu Ling arrived at the South Heavenly Gate by boat with Fat Tiger. They climbed to the Floating Island Divine Palaces before lunch, and Bai Yujun welcomed them at the entrance.
Fat Tiger scampered up the layers of Jade Steps and reached its boss, then flopped down.
It rolled over, bared its belly, and wriggled about happily.
Xu Ling ran over, wrapped Bai Moulong in a fierce hug, lifted her up, and spun her around.
"Ha ha~ Junior Sister, you're still so skinny~"
Bai Yujun was squeezed until