Bai Yujun felt that her ability to alter feng shui was incredibly powerful.
Green bamboo swayed as the breeze drifted by. Within the lush, towering grove, an armadillo lay on the ground eating ants. Emerald bamboo stalks gently rocked, and a woman in white bent one beneath her as she lay suspended in midair, rising and falling with its sway. Her long skirt flowed gracefully, her jet-black hair cascading naturally down, while both hands busily worked a two-foot-long piece of green bamboo.
Carefully, she bored through the bamboo joints. Holding it before her eyes, she could see through the bamboo tube to the other end.
With a small knife, she drilled holes with swift strokes...
Bamboo shavings scattered down, landing on the armadillo's head below. The armadillo, busy eating ants, raised its head to glance upward, then lowered it again and continued digging into the ant nest.
The curved green bamboo swayed in the wind. Seated atop it, Bai Yujun smiled as she gazed at the delicate bamboo flute in her hands.
She held it before her cherry-red lips and gently blew. The green bamboo flute let out a pleasing melody.
Her slender little fingers danced nimbly, changing the flow of air as she played. After smashing who knew how many flutes and nearly being struck dead by heavenly lightning sent down by the God of Flutes, Bai Yujun had finally learned how to play. This was a good thing—at least she would not shatter instruments out of boredom in the future.
The armadillo, Ironball, raised its head and listened intently to the beautiful tune echoing through the emerald bamboo grove...
A green bamboo pit viper slithered down a bamboo branch onto the fragrant shoulder of the beauty in white. It stared curiously at this fellow creature that resembled a