The immortal spring was clear and cool.
Her drifting hair could not hide her dragon horns. Bai, who had slept in the bathing tub for three days and three nights, opened her eyes.
She stretched lazily and blew bubbles, then sat up and touched her snow-white forked dragon horns. Her beautiful eyes were still hazy as she vaguely sensed that Dragon Sleep World seemed connected to something. Before she knew it, she thought of the monkey. It was not a bad thing.
Since it was not bad, she could not be bothered to dwell on it. She would learn the truth sooner or later anyway.
Her smooth jade-like hands scooped up the clear water.
The cool water streamed through her fingers, feeling wonderfully pleasant. Bathwater could be used to water the flowerbeds.
"I slept for three days and three nights, and the immortal spring has lost all its spiritual energy. It would be nice if it ran constantly. The waterfall is wonderful, but I can't stay there long. I'm a dragon! Never mind that I don't get chances to practice Swallowing Clouds and Exhaling Mist—I don't even get water to play in. Abusing divine beasts is against the law..."
She rose from the water and beckoned over a gauzy shawl. Too lazy to dry her long hair, she dragged her long gauze skirt back to the bedroom barefoot. Her dragon tail swayed gently beneath the skirt, leaving a string of wet footprints behind her.
Recently, she planned to take more missions and save up enough days to find somewhere to rest.
She flopped onto the bed without caring that her wet hair soaked the pillow and bedding. As an immortal, having learned Immortal Arts, she naturally had to enjoy comfort. It was said that some great gods refined magic treasures