When she woke, it was already noon. Xu Ling and Yang Mu had returned, along with several other Lingxu disciples.
The outpost became lively.
Bai Yujun brought out a small bamboo stool and sat on the second floor, draping both arms over the railing as she watched the excitement below. Xu Ling chattered away, boasting about how many evil ghosts and demons she had slain. The two Lingxu disciples following Xu Ling wore bitter smiles; evidently, Xu Ling had put them through no small amount of trouble during these days of disaster relief.
Yang Mu was as stone-faced as ever. Whenever he had nothing to do, he would wipe his sword with a white handkerchief. Bai Yujun maliciously wondered whether he secretly washed his treasured sword with soapberry pods.
Xu Ling stomped up the stairs.
She moved a stool over and sat beside Bai Yujun, chatting with her and trying to comfort her.
"Big White, you did wonderfully. The more of those hateful bastards you kill, the better."
Bai Yujun gave a bitter smile and shook her head.
"It was good, but I'll be in trouble soon enough."
"Don't be afraid. When we return to the mountain, I'll ask Master for help. If anyone dares use this matter to make things difficult for you, I'll go to Lingxu Palace and plead with Sect Master Uncle. Don't worry."
"Thank you."
Yang Mu came upstairs and stood to one side, his sword in his arms as he gazed into the distance.
"Yujun, is using a saber really better suited for fighting?"
Sure enough, the stone-faced Yang Mu thought differently from everyone else. He cared more about the use of weapons and how to become stronger; he did not care in the slightest about those dead people.
After giving it serious thought, Bai