Moving House

The Heavenly Court was actually quite exciting.

For instance, there were fairies yearning for the mortal world and wanting to descend below, and over at the Platform of Execution, heads rolled in heaps.

Watching a spectacle without fearing the trouble growing bigger, Bai Yujun wished the Heavenly Court could be livelier. Other immortals stayed far away, unwilling to feel the Platform of Execution's imposing might, while one particular beast stealthily yet brazenly feasted on the gossip.

How wonderful it was to have harsh Heavenly laws. As long as one behaved honestly, one could remain safe.

Seizing rare Exotic Treasures of heaven and earth? Robbing supreme-grade pills? Or scheming against one another to seize top-tier cultivation arts?

Bai Yujun had not the slightest interest in any of that, unless she was forced into it. Only then, in her fury, would she fly into a rage, sweep up every good thing, and plan to resell them. If she did nothing, she did nothing; if she acted, she came like a raging storm.

Once the beheading at the Platform of Execution ended, Bai Yujun flipped down from the wall.

She yawned and returned to her bedroom, burrowing into her warm blankets to sleep...

One day.

The white dragon shot upright in her dream!

With a whoosh, she threw off the blankets and sat up, looking around left and right. She looked at her bedroom, then at her slender hands, as though she had yet to wake from her dream. Her hair was loose and disheveled, and her pointed ears drooped.

She scratched her head and racked her brains, then shaped a ball with both hands.

"Where's my ball? Where's my Little Broken Ball? It was this big!"

For some reason, in her dream she had returned to the ninth level of the