The underground mausoleum glittered with starlight.
Her cloud-like hair was half askew, her jade-like face serene; her immortal sleeves lay disheveled as pear blossoms wept in rain.
No one knew how many days and nights she had slept, sleeping until heaven and earth turned dark. Naturally, she had tossed and turned and kicked off the blanket. Her waist-length black hair lay scattered beneath her, her delicately raised nose taking soft breaths only after long intervals. Her white dress and blanket were a complete mess.
Snakes favored yin, and it was rare to find such a treasured place during this strangely hot spring and summer season.
Within the silent, dim mausoleum, a streak of white by the water was particularly eye-catching...
In her dreams, Bai Yujun had dreamed of an old acquaintance from over two hundred years ago—one who could hardly be called friendly. Li Chongqian. That old bastard had been dead for who knew how many years, yet he had appeared in her dream, clad in dragon robes. Strangely, his face was blurry, and he kept calling to her from afar, telling her to go over.
Was the bastard calling her over so she could chop him up and pickle him?
Above ground.
In an abandoned village not far from the mausoleum.
Four court officials wore bitter expressions as they pasted talismans onto the Dragon Seeking Plate. That master had said this would enhance its power, but after trying for ages, there was nothing beyond a faint glimmer. They had no idea whether it had worked.
After arriving here, the Dragon Seeking Plate had suddenly ceased functioning, yet it was not as completely still and silent as before.
The little fish swung wildly from side to side with no direction. The four had initially assumed the Dragon Snake was here