For several days in a row, she had dragged away rain clouds and felt deeply exhausted.
While resting, she took human form and wandered the ground. The rain felt pleasant, far more pleasant than the drought-stricken Northern Lands. It was as though creatures like flood dragons were meant to remain in places rich with moisture. She could watch the River Water, admire the white mist, play her flute, and live carefree.
Clear rain, green mountains, fragrant blossoms; one flute, one straw rain cape.
She put on the straw rain cape she had not used in a long time, donned a straw hat, and walked step by step, feeling the vastness of the land. The soil was soaked, so she had to use magic to keep her cloth boots from getting wet or stained with mud.
"The flood has grown worse. The Water Monsters must be living quite well."
The floodwaters had spread everywhere. Spirits and monsters in the rivers wandered about with the flood; some ate plants, while others ate meat. Every Flood Disaster was a holiday for these spirits and monsters. More corpses meant rotten flesh to eat, while fish, shrimp, crabs, catfish, and the like lived in abundance. They no longer had to fight and slaughter one another over territory and food.
After the flood receded, there would surely be quite a few formidable spirits and monsters in the rivers.
The rain paused, and white watery mist rose into the blue sky.
Suddenly, a village on a distant hillside erupted with gongs and drums, bustling with excitement. Villagers held high some sort of long white paper effigy and marched grandly out of the village toward the water. Curious, Bai Yujun went over to watch. She could not understand who would still be in the mood for festivities during