Who had time to sleep?
Bai Yujun lay motionless on the couch with her eyes closed, using her innate gift to stir lightning and muddle the aura of this place. Flashes of lightning and rumbling thunder concealed the connection between the General Star and the child in Zhang Wan's womb. Combined with the disruption of the earth veins, no one without great abilities could trace it.
At Bamboo Spring Temple, Old Monk Huixian and Little Stone huddled in the dilapidated temple, eating pickled vegetables and coarse steamed buns.
Old Hui Xian glanced at the pitch-black sky beyond the door, where lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.
"Strange. In past years, it only rained a little. This year, the lightning and thunder just won't stop. I'm afraid something big is about to happen..."
After sighing with feeling, he lowered his head and saw that only a few scraps of pickled vegetables remained. He immediately panicked.
"Stone... leave a bite for your master..."
The cobra coiled at the entrance, watching Old Hui Xian and Little Stone fight over the pickled vegetables. It always stayed quietly in the dilapidated temple, occasionally going up the mountain to catch mice to fill its belly. Old Hui Xian was probably secretly glad that the cobra did not eat pickled vegetables; otherwise, that meager harvest truly would not have been enough to feed them.
Suddenly, the cobra's neck widened as it entered combat posture!
Little Stone raised his head and saw something streak across the sky.
"Master... tigers can fly now..."
Hui Xian thought Little Stone was talking nonsense. Women at the foot of the mountain were tigers, but he had never seen any woman down there who could fly. Yet when he saw the alert cobra, he felt that his disciple did not seem to be lying.