Bai Yangyang stood atop the gloomy wooden raft, watching Fang Shu's figure grow smaller and smaller until he finally vanished completely from her sight.
Her expression was blank with loss. They had only just recognized each other, only to part ways again. It was undoubtedly a regret.
For a moment, the urge to turn back surged through her heart once more. Yet the thought only flashed through her mind.
Like Fang Shu, she understood that each of them had their own immortal path to walk. To have recognized one another before departing was already a blessing.
Who would have thought that in the end, that fleeing fox would do me such a great favor.
As Bai Yangyang thought this, joy gradually replaced the loss in her heart, leaving her entirely exhilarated.
Rarely, she held her long blade and used it to paddle through the dead water, guiding the raft as it shot across the Dead Sea like an arrow. She even sang softly:
"Young brother carries a cloth bundle on his back, the mountain road stretches long and long..."
But just as she was in high spirits, someone spoiling the mood snapped, "You little slut, what are you in heat for?"
It was Dragon Rabbit, standing on her shoulder, speaking with disdain.
Bai Yangyang's face darkened at the words. But seeing that it was only cursing her and had not implicated anyone else, she said nothing.
The next moment, Dragon Rabbit shouted again, "Quickly take out some spirit stones. I must cast a spell from afar."
Though she did not understand why, Bai Yangyang considered it for a moment before taking out several spirit stones and handing them over.
Dragon Rabbit arranged the spirit stones on the raft in the pattern of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. First, it