Time flowed like running water.
Fleeting years easily cast people aside, reddening cherries and greening plantains.
Bai Yujun busily changed the fates of countless snake spirits and demons. For several years, she remained in the southern wilderness without traveling far, devoting herself to forging a new power. More and more snake demons gathered beneath her command. The old tree before Bai Manor could no longer hold so many demons, so an academy was built in a secluded, beautiful valley far from Bai Manor. Keeping it far away was so Bai Manor could remain peaceful.
With as little damage to the environment as possible, the White Flood Dragon's territory developed at breathtaking speed. A small village became a fairy-tale-like, tranquil town filled with treehouses and stone houses. Its scale was no smaller than the Jiuli settlements. Though it lacked many high-level experts, it brimmed with far greater vitality.
Bai Manor remained tranquil. The town and academy were far from the manor, yet the shade beneath that old tree still held an irresistible attraction for demons. Since Lu Gui moved to the new academy, Bai Yujun only occasionally taught cultivation here. Many demons hoped to receive guidance from the Flood Dragon King.
Bai Manor.
Two snakewomen soldiers stood on either side of the entrance, clad in exquisite armor and holding long spears. Tall and slender, they cut gallant figures. Their ornate shields rested against the ground, their enchanting faces were very similar, and they stood utterly motionless at their posts, faithfully carrying out their guard duty.
Perhaps because of a peculiar fondness for lines and patterns, the equipment and armor became even more resplendent after being modified. They looked less like gear for battle and more like works of art.
Cicadas sang of summer, while the lake sent threads of cool air