Several Hundred Years

The fox demon was like the Parrot Demon, her little mouth chattering without end.

The two "ugly women" rambled on about meaningless nonsense. The fox was not merely babbling—while chatting, she subtly probed for Bai Yujun's origins. She could not see qi, nor could she glimpse the immense flood-dragon presence rising behind and above Bai Yujun. Other than the eastern fringe, nobody in the Hundred Thousand Mountains knew that a flood dragon had emerged.

Dragon qi was peculiar; ordinary humans and demons alike could not discern its details.

Bai Yujun carefully sensed the fox demon's aura and confirmed that they had met before. Perhaps too many years had passed, and she had long forgotten.

"You... have you been to the Central Plains?"

Bai Yujun asked curiously.

The fox demon blinked in confusion.

"Big sister was born in the Central Plains. Demon subjugators were everywhere, making life impossible. Back then, big sister was still a little demon. I heard the Hundred Thousand Mountains were a world of demons and beasts, so I ran here. Little sister came from the Central Plains too, didn't you?"

Bai Yujun nodded.

"I was born in the Southern Wasteland, but I later visited the Central Plains."

It was easy to tell that she had been to the Central Plains. Her clothes, manner of speech, and attitude all made it obvious.

As expected of a fox, she was crafty and cunning. Every other word was "big sister" or "little sister," invisibly drawing them closer. No fox was a harmless lamp. No wonder they had left behind so many unofficial tales and strange legends among the scholars of the Central Plains. When Bai Yujun had stayed there briefly, she often went to teahouses to listen to storytellers. Those idle loafers loved tales of beautiful Fox Spirits and alluring