White mist floated in the air, and a fine, clear rain fell.
The rain still pattered down as Zhuo Feng respectfully escorted Bai Yujun to Shiliting outside the city. He held this legendary senior sister in the highest esteem, leaving cultivators of every stripe at the outpost deeply curious.
She had only stayed one night before having to leave. Bai Yujun did not dare make too much of a display in the Central Plains.
There was truly no helping it. Back then, to protect General Star Zhang Qi, she had brought down a sky full of thunderclouds and crushed who knew how many people to death. A great many cultivators had perished. At the time, the Cultivation World called it an early tribulation crossing. Who knew how many fellow disciples, relatives, and kin had hated a certain snake to the marrow of their bones? Of course, if they had known that the snake demon had transformed into a flood dragon, they might have chosen to forget the matter.
After forming a Golden Core, cultivators rarely fell. Yet a Demon Core Stage snake demon had become a Golden Core killer. Countless Golden Core Cultivators had died miserably, and that calamity at Luoyun had directly created a generational gap in some smaller sects.
As for claims that slaying demons for humanity had been unavoidable, there was no need to say more. There was only one truth in this world: the sharp blade and sword in one's hand.
Cold mist, withered grass, the road to the Long Pavilion; a drizzling rain whispered on.
Zhuo Feng cupped his hands and bade her farewell.
"Senior Sister Bai, Peak Master Yu misses you greatly. Go back and see him soon. Oh, right—Iron Ball the pangolin has been in human form for many years now and is