Once the sun rose, Bai Yujun forgot yesterday's unpleasantness.
If the tribulation came, then it came. She could not stop it anyway, so what else could she do? She still had many years to muddle through; she would take one day at a time. When Heaven was about to entrust a great duty to this... snake, it would first weary her sinews and bones and starve her flesh and skin.
Pah, pah! She could not go hungry.
She tossed the matter of the tribulation to the back of her mind, took out all sorts of strange knickknacks she had scavenged from demon territories, and squatted in the market to set up a stall.
In the noisy market, Bai Yujun seriously haggled and did business...
She had already remained in the Southern Wasteland for more than ten years. Time slipped away in the blink of an eye; years could not be held back, and time was easily worn away. The young people who had come to market ten-odd years ago had become fathers and mothers, while toddlers who had only just learned to walk had grown into youths. Only that tiny stall and slender figure remained unchanged.
Besides setting up her stall at Cloud Remote Ancient Village, she also went to markets in other villages and tribal gathering places.
Gradually, Bai Yujun sensed the change in the mountain folk's gazes.
When they had once come to buy things, they had been all smiles. Sometimes, seeing that a young woman was running the stall, they had even taken extra care of her. Yet as time passed, their looks became increasingly puzzled. Some would rather take a detour than walk past her stall.
It was understandable. If someone did not change for three or five years, that could be explained away. But for