Dreamscape

White walls, green tiles, a tranquil residence.

A wisp of breeze passed by, making the little lotus sway. Ivy mottled the memories, bearing witness to the melancholy of passing years.

To a white flood dragon over eight hundred years old, time seemed to have lost all meaning. Perhaps after waking from sleep, only remnants of a world changed beyond recognition would remain. A brief nap, and several years had already passed in the mortal world.

The scenes sped by one after another.

In the quiet estate, the shadow of the old tree swiftly shifted from west to east.

Under the morning sun, the city bustled and clamored. Humans and demons moved through its streets and alleys. As the sun set, lights came on, then quickly went dark again as all drifted into sleep.

Rain came and stopped again. White clouds flew like shuttles, and enormous sailing ships came and went.

Occasionally, she woke and saw warm sunlight spilling through the window, or gentle pale-blue moonlight.

Time stretched beyond the window. Half asleep and half awake, the eight-hundred-year-old Bai quietly waited, coldly watching the dreamscape shift. Recently, her clone's dreams had begun to change.

"So it was finally beginning..."

The moment she discovered that she was fated for peach blossoms and stirred by love, she understood the other side's purpose. An old, worn-out tactic.

When sects clashed, blood was spilled at the drop of a hat. Hidden schemes were all for the sake of profit. Perhaps Chunyang Palace had also used such methods and taken part in those stormy waves. Bai Yujun had no interest in their disputes, but she loathed being dragged into the water and made a sacrifice in their struggle.

Jianghu was everywhere. Helpless and unable to act as one wished.

The King Cobra's soul could not make