Mountain

Life always needed a few journeys; flood dragons called it migration.

For no reason at all, she had suddenly come to enjoy wandering about, seeing different scenery and hearing different stories. Life was like a play; everyone had a story of their own. Bai Yujun watched quietly, never stepping in to change anyone's original fate.

If she ran out of money, she would earn more—earn travel expenses, earn money for food.

The talent of being especially able to eat was the most important skill in life. Whoever dared stop her from eating, she would eat them instead!

An underground passage.

The special environment was well suited for singing. Many passersby discovered that the girl wearing dragon-horn and pointed-ear accessories sang beautifully, leaving them relaxed and comfortable, as though washing away a day's restlessness.

Leaning against an illuminated cosmetics advertisement, she sang folk songs from another world.

A bamboo basket before her held scattered coins and change. Occasionally, passersby stopped to listen in silence.

Only after night fell and the underground passage had grown sparse with pedestrians did she put away the coins and go buy food. There had not been much money to begin with; she merely wanted something to do during her travels to pass the boring hours.

When she came across a night market, she would work overtime, changing into a classical outfit and playing the guqin.

Those who did not understand could hear nothing special and even made joking remarks. Those who did understand wished they could drive everyone out of the night market. The resonant cry of the guqin pierced through the noisy market, celestial music flowing into their ears. Music lovers were utterly amazed. Amid countless barbecue and fried-food stalls, it counted as a clear stream. After growing tired of explosive pop songs, listening to