The Southern Wasteland's climate was humid and warm, lush with greenery.
Bai Yujun flicked her tail as she slithered about in search. She casually found a relatively safe valley and tossed the Black Python inside. From then on, its path could only be walked by itself. How far it could go depended on its fate. No matter what, surviving was enough.
The Black Python landed in a daze. Looking up, it saw the terrifyingly powerful white flood dragon departing, while a book flew toward it from afar.
"This is a cultivation manual. Practice diligently and do not slack off. Strive to stay alive."
The massive figure vanished beyond the horizon, and the book fell before the Black Python. It hurriedly seized the book in its jaws and sought out a hidden place to conceal itself. It was in its nature; though humans had captured it for many years, it still remembered its instinct to survive.
Bai Yujun had thrown Black Bridge's descendant into the Hundred Thousand Mountains, bringing the good karmic bond from those years to a close.
"Black Bridge, thank you."
Snakes were cold-blooded. Even after becoming a flood dragon, her serpentine nature remained. Her blood could be cold, but her heart could not be. If she accepted another's kindness, she had to remember it firmly and never forget. If she had no chance to repay that good bond, then she would wait patiently. Even if she had to wait until the other party was reincarnated, she would still repay the debt of gratitude. A drop of kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring. To be a flood dragon, she needed a bottom line.
She flew effortlessly toward the Eastern Sea. Work could not be delayed; what needed doing still had to be done. Who told her that