At the Long Pavilion ten miles out, fragrant grass crept over the ancient road.
She watched as Senior Brother Gan, Hui Xian, and the others' tall and short silhouettes receded into the distance. The breeze sent the foxtail grass rippling like waves; lush weeds wagged their tails in farewell. As Bai Yujun watched her friends depart, her thoughts suddenly became clear and unburdened.
"Take care..."
A fine rain fell, cool and refreshing. She tipped back her head, feeling threads of chill mingle with the damp fragrance of green grass. Taking a deep breath, she smiled, put on her battered straw hat, and vanished into the vast, misty rain.
Within a thatched hut on the Daoist Mountain, where all was peaceful and harmonious in accordance with the Daoist Principle of Nature, the long-bearded old man felt deeply surprised.
"Loyal and righteous, with the bearing of a true dragon. Rare indeed."
A dragon could not live with too black a heart, nor could one act without principle. Bai Yujun did not want to become one of those ruthless creatures who would stop at nothing for treasure, much less a selfish, cold-blooded wretch devoid of loyalty or righteousness. Constant scheming was far too exhausting. Once she became strong enough, she would no longer need to pay attention to all that intrigue and infighting.
She crooked a finger toward the imperial palace. The Dragon of Fortune formed from the emperor's dragon aura flew over joyfully, was absorbed and controlled by Bai Yujun, then she turned and drifted lightly into the distance...
The surging, rolling River Water had its Water Vein dragon aura absorbed.
Amid the towering peaks of the Majestic Mountains piercing the clouds, the vast aura of the dragon veins was temporarily borrowed to strengthen the true dragon.
In her half-dragon form, her