The city bustled with noise.
Abruptly jutting eaves, fluttering shop banners, gleaming carriages and an endless stream of pedestrians flowed past without cease.
Bai Yujun wore a hood, fruit wine in her left hand and a greasy pork knuckle in her right. With wine and meat in hand, she ate and drank as she walked, living as carefree as could be. Descending to the mortal realm really was fun—though naturally, it was different from the nature of Purple-robed Fairy Maiden's descent.
She wondered how Ziyi was doing now.
Hopefully, Ziyi did not hold a grudge against her. She had acted under orders and had no choice but to ruthlessly tear apart a pair of mandarin ducks.
Shaking her head and refusing to think about Ziyi's love story, she focused on using her sense of smell to locate delicious stalls and snacks throughout the city. She ate to her heart's content. Bai Yujun was confident she could devour every snack stall on both sides of the street. Ever since her body had grown larger, her appetite had increased considerably as well. Eating her fill had become a luxury—how bitter...
As she walked, she noticed that many of the capital's citizens were fanatical believers. They traveled in groups to the eastern district to pay homage to some Divine Master, solemn and devout to the point of near madness.
She found a tea stall, sat down, ordered a bowl of tea, and gazed at the lofty buildings in the eastern district.
Her jade fingers flicked repeatedly as she calculated on them.
After carefully deducing the matter, she discovered that this so-called Divine Master was precisely the outside force interfering with the normal succession to the Imperial Throne.
"The Divine Master in the eastern district truly is an immortal! My wife caught an illness