Bai Yujun slept in the bath barrel for two days. Groggily, she raised her head, thinking it was time to return to the Primordial Heavenly Court. She stood, dragging her tail as she left the bath barrel.
Water droplets slid naturally down, leaving faint damp traces across the blue-jade floor tiles.
By the time she reached the Dressing Table, she had already put on her inner garments. Only the tips of her black hair remained damp. She picked up the tree-branch hairpin and gathered her long hair, then put on the Black Bracelet. Looking at herself in the mirror, she nodded. Pretty enough. No need for makeup.
Mu passed through layer upon layer of luxurious palace chambers and found a certain Bai staring blankly at the mirror.
She flew onto Bai Yujun's shoulder.
Frowning at her casually gathered hair.
Her occupational habit flared up, and she finally could not resist taking action, rearranging a certain Bai's long hair. The flying sword inside the Sword Sheath disguised as a tree-branch hairpin allowed Mu to fuss with it as she pleased. Before long, she had styled Bai Moulong's hair in a way befitting her temperament, then casually added several ornaments.
She raised her head and looked at the two dragon horns. Having just bathed, they needed no wiping.
Then, out of habit, she picked up an immortal fruit from the fruit platter and fed it to a certain Bai.
"When are we returning to the Primordial Heavenly Court? I'm already prepared to build the bridge, but I'm unfamiliar with chaos and can't complete it."
Hearing that, a certain Bai gulped down the fruit in one swallow, helplessly failing to taste it again.
"Thank you for all your hard work these years, Aunt Mu. I plan to forge an Immortal Bridge, one better