Freedom.
Only those who had nearly worn through the bottom of a prison cell knew what freedom truly was.
After entering the great river, she used her innate talent to blend her aura into the river and silently dove beneath the water, vanishing from everyone's sight. In one breath, she swam more than a thousand li before turning into a small tributary of the great river and reaching some remote place.
Bai Yujun headed south. The weather in the north was growing colder, and if she stayed, she might become drowsy and listless.
This was a poor, remote village hidden deep in the mountains of Lingnan. It had barely over twenty households, ancient stone houses, and a few rice fields. Yet because it was isolated and impoverished, it possessed a leisurely peace of its own.
Using silver she had picked up in the water, she rented an old house from the villagers and settled here temporarily.
Autumn rain brought cold light to the deep mountains; the White Snake slept freely through deep autumn.
The little river flowed clear and bright. Bai Yujun reclined sideways on a Bamboo Raft drifting on the water, propping her head up with one hand while holding a bamboo fishing pole with the other. She was not fishing for fish, but for that state of freedom. Leisurely and unfettered, with no one able to control her—though this was neither a Golden Dragon throne nor a lofty temple, it was even more comfortable. The kind of comfort that ran straight from beginning to end without a single bend.
That old charlatan Master Yuan really did have some skill. She had originally wanted to use her fortune-reading abilities to find his grave and take a look.
It was not that she truly wanted to dig him up and