Rugged mountain paths, with a trail of footprints left by straw sandals.
Flying at breakneck speed had exhausted her beyond measure. Flying, walking, never stopping her claws, rushing back and forth along the roads for months—if she hadn't been able to gorge on seafood every time she reached the East Sea, she would probably have become history's first white flood dragon specimen long ago.
She traveled with rain hanging low over her head, bringing greenery to the wastelands, herding rain clouds.
Once again, she guided clouds to a certain place when she suddenly discovered many more onlookers and followers along the road. They stood by the roadside in these desolate mountains and wild ridges, sneaking along behind her. Their gazes made the flood dragon deeply uncomfortable.
Bai Yujun was nervous, afraid these people had come to steal her rain. The rain clouds were too heavy; she could not waste them halfway there...
Who would have thought that her hard work hauling clouds would be stopped?
The valley stretched dim and distant, the road long and long. Fine rain drifted down as the girl in a straw hat stopped flying at full speed, landed, and proceeded step by step. Then, as she walked, she suddenly halted. The valley had been blocked off.
She lifted the brim of her straw hat and looked ahead. Many soldiers stood there in armor, and tall watchtowers made of timber had been erected.
A thunderous rumble came from behind.
Over a thousand cavalrymen thundered in on horseback, sealing off the valley's retreat. Both the forces blocking the front and those blocking the rear carried the aura of cultivators and Demonic Cultivators. Cultivators atop the watchtowers expertly arranged equipment and spread out Demon Binding Nets. Cultivators led troops in from both sides, faintly encircling Bai Yujun in