Meetings among important figures were long and boring affairs.
On a giant rock, Gan Wu stood straight with his arms folded, eyes closed in silent repose, like a treasured sword still sheathed, standing between heaven and earth. That utterly ordinary sword floated behind him. One man, one sword—or perhaps... no self, no sword.
Beside him, Bai Yujun sat crookedly, occasionally turning her head curiously to look at Senior Brother Gan.
It was hard not to turn her head. This senior brother made her feel as though thorns pressed against her back; she always felt that what stood beside her was not a person, but a sharp weapon that could wound at any moment. It was terrifying for a snake.
The stone was slightly cold, and she had been drenched by the rain.
For a snake to remain here without leaving was already quite something. No one should expect her to sit properly. The fact that she had not run off to dig out hearts for a free feast was already giving them plenty of face.
She looked up. It was dark.
The torrential rain had turned into a fine drizzle, falling in a steady patter. Low-level demon beasts returned to the mountains and forests in groups, while only a few experts remained on the Central Plains side. In the pitch-black rainy night, one could not even see an arm held out before one's face. Bai Yujun relied on infrared vision, locating those people and beasts by the infrared rays they emitted.
Gradually, everyone and every demon left. Why stay? To fight another round?
They probably had no appetite for fighting left.
The forest had been burned into scorched earth by Blazing Fire. Everything was blackened, especially eerie beneath the night curtain.
She wanted to grumble a few words, only to