Grand Tutor

A certain gluttonous flood dragon sat in the king's exclusive tiger-skin chair, eating and drinking.

Having dealt with the bandits who had ridden the tide of opportunity, she should return to the Southern Wasteland. Hopefully that kid Iron Ball would not get hot-headed and send troops into the Central Plains. One could see the Yan Kingdom court army's fighting strength from Suzhou and Hangzhou: such an important city had actually been breached and occupied by a bunch of amateur bandits, while the troops stationed at the Suzhou and Hangzhou camp had collapsed at the first touch. It seemed another cycle, one every two or three hundred years, was about to begin.

Military strength had declined, while wealth was unevenly distributed—the typical pattern of an imperial dynasty's final days.

With fighting strength this pitiful, forget a hundred thousand demon soldiers marching out together; even fifty thousand would be enough to make the Yan Kingdom buckle under the strain.

She could not be bothered to think about the Yan Kingdom. Prosperity and decay were human affairs.

Still, the Demon Emperor realm truly was something else...

As she idly swung her crossed leg in enjoyment, a little butterfly descended from the sky and landed in Bai Yujun's palm. A flash of light passed, and it became a letter.

It was a message from her master. After reading it, she learned that Chunyang True Human and those in charge of the Western Teachings had gone to the Northern Lands to investigate what threat there was that had triggered all those warnings. For the two great sects of the Central Plains to move together, it apparently was no small matter.

She looked up and saw that the ship loaded with bandits, gold, and silver was nearly at the middle of the river.

The two-story riverboat