Bai Yujun would not leave her kin behind in the Central Plains.
If those five thousand demon soldiers remained in the Central Plains, the future Human Emperor would likely wield them like a treasured sword, sweeping them across the land. In the end, they would be worn away in battle after battle. Even if most of them survived until unification, the day a nation was proclaimed would probably be the day the demon soldiers died.
Do what could be done; there was no need to fret over what could not. At worst, she could run.
The twelfth lunar month was bleak and cold in the southeast.
Bai Yujun arrived outside Southern Wu's capital. After disembarking from the ship, she wandered around the city and pinpointed the dragon vein's location. Villagers living in the wilderness around the capital all saw a White-clothed Girl wearing a hood...
The air in Southern Wu's capital was damp and cold at year's end, with the occasional Snow Flower drifting down.
Somewhere among the hills.
This place lay north of the capital. From the hilltop, one could still see the majestic palace buildings rising within the grand city. With the New Year approaching, the Southern Wu royal family did not seem filled with festive cheer. Perhaps Jiang Mian in the north had placed too much pressure on them.
"This is the place."
Not far away lay the royal mausoleums of several generations of Kings of Wu. Who knew which master had selected this dragon's lair? It was off.
She had found the dragon vein but not a suitable burial site. Even being slightly off would not do. Unless a miraculous figure from legend like Master Yuan still lived, few could truly pinpoint an acupoint. Southern Wu's royal mausoleums had been built in the wrong place.
Bai