A drunk lay sprawled asleep with his head on the stone steps before the tavern.
An ordinary female wandering swordsman stepped on the drunk's palm as she entered the tavern. He grunted twice and rolled over. Her weather-beaten face looked somewhat haggard, with many freckles around her nose. She was the sort who would vanish unnoticed in a crowd, steeped in the air of the Jianghu.
"Waiter, another large plate of braised meat and a small jar of rice wine."
"Coming right up~ Please wait a moment, customer~"
The tavern had rough benches and thick wooden tables. The waiter greeted her with a guileless smile, wiping the table with the greasy, sour-smelling rag draped over his shoulder. Bai Yujun felt that the solid wood table had already developed a glossy patina; it would be no problem for it to last another century or so and pass through two or three generations.
She turned, leaned back against the wooden table, poured herself a bowl of roughly brewed rice wine, and tipped her head back to drain it.
Though its strength was low, it still made the dragon a little unable to bear it.
She opened her mouth and fanned it with her small hand.
"Hisss..."
"The flavor is fairly mellow. Tastes good."
She reached out, grabbed the braised meat, and gnawed on it with relish. Her dragon brain spun rapidly as she considered how to cross the strange hurdle before her. Bai Yujun knew there was definitely something wrong, but she still had to complete the mission and did not want to take risks.
"If only I could drag the Daoist Mountain into this. But this place is too far from the Daoist Mountain, so it'll be hard to manage..."
She drank another large bowl of rice wine, her mouth shining