She left the hall in high spirits and went back to continue refining pills.
Before entering, she saw Golden Horn poking his head out over the railing to look this way. He still had dark circles and looked kidney-deficient. Who knew how many batches of explosives he had refined lately to blow up Doushuai Palace? Fortunately, this place was sturdy enough.
"Eh? Dragon Girl, why did you get shorter again? You weren't this short before."
Half-dead as he looked, he sure did nothing but speak blunt truths.
Bai Yujun rolled her eyes.
"Why is your mouth so poisonous, you unlucky brat? Were you refined in a pill furnace or something? Where am I short? Look carefully. My dragon horns got bigger; my height basically hasn't changed, all right?"
"Tch. You talk as if you're an adult. Boring."
Golden Horn turned and wandered off unsteadily. Bai felt there was no need to argue with a little brat who blew up furnaces. She lifted her chin, turned, and entered the pill room. She needed to finish refining the last of the fruit and sneak down to the mortal world for some fun. It had been so long since she had done business that her hands were itching. When she had time, she could go to Penglai Immortal Island and dig up some bamboo to make paper umbrellas. Immortal Bamboo flutes would definitely sell for a high price.
With her strength improved, refining the fruit became much easier.
Sigh, this dragon had always cultivated diligently and painstakingly honed her martial skills, but her growth had been too rapid and her foundation was unstable, so she had to pause. Forced by circumstances to interrupt her cultivation—how heartbreaking, hahaha~
The furnace fire blazed as it refined the fruit.
Toward evening, she heard an Immortal Crane