Bai Yujun realized that she was finding human thought increasingly difficult to understand.
In the savage land of the Southern Wasteland, where the ground was never level for three feet and the sky was never clear for three days, wars still broke out without end. They not only had to battle fierce beasts and poisonous insects, but slaughter one another as well. Wouldn't it be better to sing, dance, or drink a cup of clear tea when they had nothing to do? Every battle took place amid rugged mountains, forests, and ravines, demanding exceptional special-operations skills. No wonder the Central Plains had never been able to fight their way in.
Bai Yujun held nothing but contempt for those people who had nothing better to do than tinker with corpses.
The meeting continued. The chieftain, the priest, and the other high-ranking members racked their brains, while the maidservants kept bringing snacks and tea, afraid the esteemed elders might be thirsty or hungry. Then a certain flood dragon naturally took all the food and wolfed it down in a few bites, leaving not even a single tea leaf behind.
Bai Yujun would not involve herself in this kind of major war. At most, she would use her gifts from afar to stir up wind and rain. So during the meeting, she sat in the corner with Mu Duo, the ancient village's ornament, serving as background decoration.
Mu Duo's power was not fixed. Sometimes it was immense, enough for her to determine the village's future; other times, she was merely an ornament. A totem and an ornament sitting together was quite fitting—two decorations.
It was rather amusing to watch a crowd of old men and women wearing such worried expressions.
This meeting had begun in the morning and was still not over by