Life was very leisurely.
The cultivators of the Central Plains had gone mad trying to find that snake demon disciple of Chunyang Palace, yet there was not the slightest clue. Neither tracking beasts nor any form of divination worked. The Demon Subjugation Sect had even gone to the Nine Li Black Tribe to ask the High Priest to use witchcraft to search.
That old woman of the Black Tribe did not refuse. She solemnly mounted the altar and cast her spell.
Yet not only did she fail to uncover any trace of the snake demon this time, the High Priest also vomited three pints of blood and nearly died. The people of the Demon Subjugation Sect were cursed out and driven from the Nine Li Black Tribe's village. Had the two sides not known each other for many years, they would have drawn blades against one another long ago.
Bai Yujun was protecting the General Star. Divining Bai Yujun's whereabouts meant divining the General Star's whereabouts. It concerned the great calamity of the world; not dying instantly from the backlash meant she had a tough life.
Unless they could find a trace of her, but it was simply impossible to search for a snake demon who often concealed herself with rain and mist.
No matter how large or small the matter, whenever Bai Yujun went out, she either hid within thick fog or took advantage of windy, rainy weather. The south saw much rain, and thick mist filled the air every day. There was nowhere to search.
The rainy season had arrived again, and Bai Yujun decided to return to the Southern Wasteland for a look.
Cloud Remote Ancient Village.
A fine companion for an idle soul amid spring rain; misty rain blanketed the river, scattering pear blossoms.
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