A ghost? A figure suddenly came to Black Snake's mind: a red dress, black hair.
There was always anger in her eyes.
She was fierce and hot-tempered, ready to throw blows at the slightest disagreement. Fighting was probably as routine to her as eating.
Every time he saw her, she was in a rage, her long hair whipping wildly and her skirts flying, her words sharp and aggressive. Another hundred years probably wouldn't change her. Could she have chosen to cultivate in the Spirit Realm instead of going to the Underworld?
He didn't know whether it was her. They weren't exactly friends, but at least hers was a familiar face.
Through these long, tedious years of cultivation, he could count the familiar faces on his claws.
The Red-Dressed Female Ghost was an exception. He ran into her every few years, always with that same furious look, never changing. She counted as a familiar ghost. He flicked his tongue. There was no harm in taking a look. He had nothing else to do, anyway, and couldn't spend every day curled up on the cliff staring into space.
If it was her, he might as well help settle things and look out for her. If not, he would leave it alone.
He told Xiao Yu he was heading out, then slid down the cliff. The mist tide hadn't entirely dispersed, and wisps of mist still lingered in the valleys. Riding the remaining mist into the air, he skimmed the treetops with his belly scales and swam in the direction Xiao Yu had indicated.
Despite having spent so long in the Interstice Space, Black Snake stayed coiled on the cliff most days, guarding the Medicine Field. He rarely wandered down the mountain.
He had happened upon that mountain when he first arrived in