After discussing it for a long while, they decided to go see the situation first.
Mu Duo came along as well. Bai Yujun was bored stiff, so she simply joined them to admire the scenery of the apocalypse. She had been everywhere except an end-of-the-world realm. Watching the walking dead for amusement was fine, though it was a pity about that stretch of mountain forest.
Several streaks of light flew toward Ghost Rock Village. Among them, a massive white flood dragon was especially conspicuous. Mu Duo had requested that Bai Yujun travel in her true form, saying it looked more imposing. Nowhere under heaven did any other power have a flood dragon to bolster its display.
In the sky, Mu Duo kept glancing at the massive white flood dragon's back...
Bai Yujun's huge vertical pupils watched the little girl looking her over. She quickly guessed what this centuries-old saintess of Cloud Remote Ancient Village intended, but there was simply no room for negotiation in this matter.
"Stop looking. My back is covered in razor-sharp bone spines. You can't sit there."
That was right. Mu Duo clearly wanted to sit on the white flood dragon's back and experience the world's most mysterious mount. Dreams were beautiful, but reality was cruel. Those densely packed, sharp bone spines looked fearsome, and there was nowhere to stay. Her old smooth serpent body had been far more lovable.
Seeing Mu Duo's disappointed expression, Bai Yujun could not bear it. When she had been gravely injured, Mu Duo had run herself ragged, disregarding the village's opposition and using all manner of precious medicines to heal her. For this, she had even lost much of her status and authority, becoming little more than a decorative vase. She had given far too much, yet had never coveted the