Wind and thunder churned as torrential rain poured down.
Mountain folk far from Cloud Remote Ancient Village discovered that only the ancient village halfway up the mountain was suffering a downpour. Dense, ink-black clouds gathered above the village, swirling and lingering. Lightning serpents darted through the dark clouds, blooming with fleeting flashes of light. If anyone skilled in observing qi had been present, they would have seen the phantom of a flood dragon roaring above Cloud Remote Ancient Village.
Within the ancient village, many experts stood in the rain around the pavilion, and some great powers emitting faint light even hovered in midair.
The pouring rain washed over the ancient mountain village, gradually weakening.
Inside the pavilion, Bai Yujun lay on a soft couch, not even glancing at those plotting evil outside. They wanted to imitate the Black Tribe's methods and play at Central Plains schemes of power, yet could not be bothered to study the art of political maneuvering. Their half-baked, neither-fish-nor-fowl rebellion had already fallen into the lower ranks. As the true holders of power in the village, they ignored the Ancestor God, whom the Jiuli revered above all else, and ran wild. They even intended to besiege the sacred beast totem. The key was that they had made it so obvious—if those masters of intrigue from the Central Plains saw this, they would laugh themselves to death.
Mu Duo was curious about Bai Yujun's courage and could not understand it.
"Bai, what should we do now?"
"Of course we're going back to the Bai Residence. Or should I leave you here for them to try every possible way of using Gu Worms on you? Look at those lunatics—their eyes are lost, their souls hollow. Poor wretches."
Bai Yujun swept her gaze over those outside the window who