The sun had climbed high, the dew and breeze were gone; from now on, the Immortal wouldn't attend court early.
By now, it was already quite late. Sunlight had long since spilled across all of Yellow Maple Valley, even dispersing much of the spiritual mist that normally lingered among the mountains year-round.
Riding on the lingering prestige of having just wiped out three Nascent Soul monsters, the Little White sightseeing ship naturally felt perfectly justified in not concealing itself today. It appeared openly in the air above the southern outskirts of Yellow Maple Valley, hovering high up and looking down over the entire valley shrouded in clouds and mist.
While Mo Caihuan, Dong Xuan'er, Chen Qiaoqian, Xiao Cuier, and the others had already gotten up and were busy cultivating, while a certain newly recruited fox spirit was still absorbed in her drama and had stayed up all night, and while Liu Jing, Zhong Weiniang, and the others, far away in Xujing, were chatting and getting ready to have lunch, a certain troublesome little girl aboard the ship outside Yellow Maple Valley was still fast asleep.
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Mo Caihuan and the others had even noticed that Little White, the small "artifact spirit" cultivating the "fusion" immortal art, thoughtfully turned the ship with the sunlight, making sure the window of their master (grandmaster) always faced away from the sun. That way, she didn't have to worry about being woken up by the sun beating down on her as she often was.
So Mo Caihuan and the others knew that, for a certain Immortal who had always loved eating, drinking, having fun, and sleeping in, if nobody was foolish enough to wake her today, she could probably sleep in this supremely comfortable environment until the afternoon—around the hour of the