Bai Yujun returned to Nanyuan Lake without a sound.
No one had known where she had gone, assuming she was cultivating in seclusion elsewhere. After returning, she said nothing of what she had done, so the cultivators all thought the White Snake had merely found somewhere to sleep. The only thing that puzzled them was that she had finally learned to play the flute.
Chu Zhe had returned to Mount Hua and still had not come back. Yu Rong currently held the reins at Nanyuan Lake, while an eerie calm had settled between the Righteous Path and the evil fiends.
The stillness between hostile sides often foretold the coming of a raging storm...
Bai Yujun still cultivated every morning and went to the Barracks to help in the afternoons. The pangolin was always at her side. Perhaps it loved eating ants too much; the ant nests near the Barracks had been swept clean, and it had even dug up every ant nest in the Chunyang outpost. The pest-control work humans could not accomplish had been easily completed by the pangolin.
Bai Yujun had no interest in two groups of humans beating each other senseless.
She was only tagging along to cultivate and curry favor with the Heavenly Dao, lest she be struck into ashes by a single bolt of lightning during her future tribulation. A wise snake submitted to circumstances. Surviving in the cracks was not easy, so live on while one could and cherish every day.
Those peaceful days lasted until she encountered someone one day...
One day.
Bai Yujun led the ever-fatter pangolin to the docks to buy fish. Whenever she could not be bothered to go into the water, she came to buy fish from the fishermen and make fish stew. A bamboo basket sat atop Tieqiu's