Riverside Tavern.
Bai Yujun generously treated her three old friends to a meal. She ordered West Lake vinegar fish, shrimp, and ham for herself and Snake Demon Boy. Hui Xian and Little Stone, who ate vegetarian, could only have rice, greens, the local famous tofu dishes, and desserts.
The food was truly delicious. Still wanting more, she ordered another serving of saltwater duck and duck soup, and they feasted heartily.
Old Hui Xian ate greens and tofu while silently speechless.
Little Stone drooled nonstop.
Eating delicious food alone was not all that meaningful; it always felt as though something was missing. Calling two or three friends to share a meal was true comfort, yet Bai Yujun, at over eight hundred years old, truly did not have many friends.
On the road of Jianghu, through wind and rain, one traveled farther and farther away. In the end, solitude was unavoidable...
Full and satisfied, she picked up a long fishbone and used it as a toothpick.
"What? Bamboo Spring Temple collapsed again? Next time, build a Stone Temple out of white marble. If that won't do, just dig a cave in the Back Mountain and hang up a plaque—it would be the same. Saves you from having to come out and work hard for money every hundred years or so."
Old Hui Xian was embarrassed. It would not do to tell the Demoness that spiritual herbs had grown from the beams of their temple.
"Amitabha. After several hundred years apart, Benefactor Bai is still so carefree and unrestrained, an immortal beyond the world."
"Sigh, if I could truly be carefree and unrestrained, how wonderful that would be. Jianghu is difficult. Sometimes, I envy the three of you more—truly at great ease, with hearts that have never lost their original nature."
Thinking back