Winter had arrived.
Although transforming into a flood dragon had made her more resistant to the cold, she still could not help feeling sleepy.
Iron Ball secretly dug a hole and hid in the warm earth for a long sleep. Bai Yujun yawned as she slipped into the depths of Mount Hua's ravine. The valley floor was warm, so she found a dry stone cave, laid out a mattress and pillow, crawled beneath the covers, and slept soundly.
There would be major work next year. She had to nurture her body well through the winter.
Ever since the white flood dragon had appeared at Shenhua Mountain, the surrounding climate had improved greatly. There was rain in autumn, and even winter now brought vast white goose-feather snowflakes, a sight rarely seen in the past.
Even without deliberately controlling the weather, she would naturally and inadvertently improve the climate. Spiritual beasts born of heaven and earth always possessed certain traits.
The deep valley was tranquil, and the spring water was warm. A certain flood dragon slept very comfortably, her loose hair spread across the bed.
After a long, long time, the outside grew lively. Chunyang Palace was preparing to celebrate New Year's Eve as well. The mountain was incredibly busy that day. Young disciples who had not been in the sect long ran wild and played crazily to ease their pressure, while older senior brothers and sisters bustled about decorating the temples and preparing for worship. New Year's Eve brought all manner of grand rituals to honor the gods, too many ceremonies to count.
Wild-style cultivators had no feeling for festivals. They swallowed medicine and cultivated every day.
Chunyang Palace, with its Daoist Lineage, worshipped immortals, gods, the Three Officials, and more on New Year's Eve. It was very busy. There were