Mian Mountain was shrouded in mist; it was impossible to tell fog from cloud.
A fine drizzle began falling without anyone noticing. The monkey's gray fur was soaked through. As Bai Yujun walked, she pulled grass stalks and wove them into a rain hat for the monkey, her small hands deftly threading and tightening the stalks bit by bit.
The frayed bamboo hat could not conceal her smooth hair, and her tattered cloak was drenched by the rain.
Rain in the mountains felt cool.
Thick white fog blanketed the mountain range. After the rain swept through the mountains, water dripped from dark-green moss-covered rocks by the roadside. Bai Yujun casually set the finished grass hat on the monkey's head. The fellow had dug up some unknown plant's tuber from somewhere and was gnawing on it with great relish. It washed it clean with rainwater, peeled off the skin, and revealed the white edible flesh beneath, crunching away without pause.
When they reached the peak of a barren rocky mountain, they looked into the distance, where black peaks bobbed up and down amid a tide of clouds and a sea of mist.
They could clearly sense intense fluctuations of spiritual energy ahead.
It seemed that groups of cultivators were locked in fierce battle.
Behind a mossy rock, Bai Yujun poked out her head and secretly watched the fierce fighting in the distance. Lurking in the shadows as she watched her prey, searching for fatal weaknesses and keeping everything under control—she was thoroughly practiced in the routines of hunting.
Beside her, a grass hat bounced up and down, with no head visible beneath it...
"Bai, should I beat them all to death?"
"No rush. That fellow calling himself a divine dragon is hiding in a cave and hasn't come out yet. Wait