A huge white snake swam through the surging river waves.
Its head had the faint angular outline of a serpent's, swaying from side to side close to the water as it swam toward the shore. Many places on its body were missing Snake Scales, bearing marks from sharp fangs and teeth. Its wounds were covered in scars, as though flesh had been gouged away.
Bai Yujun accepted her fate.
Run? Where could she run? With so many powerful figures here, there was nowhere to escape. Unless she could burrow into the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the shortest time possible, there was no point struggling. Rather than make a spectacle of herself by fleeing only to be captured, she might as well step forward openly. Whether she lived or died depended on their mood. Bai Yujun did not regret killing anyone. If she had to do it again, she would make the same choice.
The White Snake wound her way onto the riverbank, arriving at the place where the townspeople had tied her up, drunk her blood, and eaten her flesh.
Yang Mu looked at Bai Yujun, whose body was covered in wounds and missing scales, and could not bear the sight. Xu Ling was wiping away tears.
As she crawled ashore, she swiftly transformed into human form.
The pain in her injured leg was unbearable. She lost her footing and fell to the ground, her white quju dress stained with mud and sand. Gritting her teeth, she climbed back up and staggered onward. When she reached Yu Rong, her injuries finally overwhelmed her, and she collapsed to the ground.
Lian Tianxing remained unmoved.
"Martial Aunt Yu, please execute this fiend!"
"Master... absolutely not!" Xu Ling pleaded anxiously.
Bai Yujun said nothing. Her hair hung loose and disheveled as she lowered