A fine drizzle fell without end over the Flood Dragon Demon King's territory.
In the exquisite rear garden of the Bai Residence, amid a waterside pavilion and splendid gazebo, a certain flood dragon lay on a soft couch, admiring rain striking lotus leaves. Her slender legs were crossed, her snow-white bare feet twitching now and then. Draped lazily in a thin blanket, she savored the leisurely hours. There were no outsiders in the Bai Residence, so she wore only a short white gauze shirt to keep cool.
A small notebook lay beside her, densely filled with the names of many enemies and hostile forces.
Hatred could not be forgotten. If she could not defeat them now, then she would wait until she could, then personally deal with her enemies. There was no hurry. She had a long life ahead of her; there was no need to rush over a moment or two.
With a snap of her fingers, a translucent avatar appeared, picked up a pastry, and gently placed it in Bai Yujun's mouth.
Then, the avatar began combing Bai Yujun's thick, jet-black hair spread across the pillow. Her hair was too long to sleep comfortably with, yet tying it up felt unpleasant. Fortunately, she did not need to worry about it pulling at her scalp.
At the distant wall, a Wild Chicken Spirit trembled as it hopped onto the top.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo~"
It was the noon announcement. Originally, the Wild Chicken Spirit's duty had been to crow punctually at dawn every day. But one day, Little White had wondered, since it already announced the time in the morning, why not announce it at noon as well? Thus, for the first time under heaven, roosters began crowing at midday.
Fortunately, she had not yet thought of making the Wild Chicken Spirit