Being a fool was a positive and optimistic attitude toward life.
As the saying went, the sillier you were, the younger you stayed. Sometimes, you needed that fool's nature to adjust your mindset, lest you become too repressed and turn dark and deranged. Put plainly, think things through and do not drill into a bull's horn—be optimistic.
The sunlight was warm. Basking in it could raise body temperature, speed up blood flow, and make her mind clearer.
For the past few days, she had stayed in the wooden building, sleeping and sunbathing, drinking tea and eating Tea Leaves. Every so often, she ran to the market and traded some of her centuries-old stockpile for things she liked.
Qing Ling stayed by Bai Yujun's side the whole time. Perhaps because Bai Yujun had not visited her for so many years, she was feeling a little sulky. Fortunately, demon beasts were easy to coax.
At the stall, Bai Yujun enthusiastically hawked her wares like a street vendor, while Qing Ling collected the payments. Iron Ball sat nearby eating ants, claiming he was helping watch the stall. Luckily, the Jiuli mountain folk did not fear venomous insects and did not particularly care about someone eating ants.
More often, she was busy reinforcing the several villages of the Jiuli White Tribe that worshipped her as their totem. She appeared before them and struck poses, her slender, graceful figure carrying invincible majesty. Then she conjured a few clouds to float at her side, roared a couple of times to bring rain, dredged river channels and springheads, and casually tossed out a few minor spells.
The Jiuli mountain folk revered powerful demon beasts from the bottom of their hearts. The larger and more ferocious-looking they were, the more beloved they became.
A certain flood dragon was