Xiao Yu folded her wings and landed on the Stone Terrace beneath the tree. Tilting her head, she studied Black Snake, coiled like a mound of earth, and glanced at the tip of his tail as it occasionally twitched.
Seeing that something weighed on his mind, she asked,
"What's wrong?"
Black Snake flicked his forked tongue.
"I want to attend a school, but I have no one to recommend me. It's worrying."
So he was worrying. Then there was nothing to fret about. Ever since she had met Great Black Snake, she had known he liked to worry. Supposedly, worrying could sharpen one's intelligence.
Watching Xiao Yu fly back into the tree, Black Snake silently sifted through the people in his memories once more. There were far too few people of standing, and their faces had gradually faded. They were long gone.
He had indeed considered entering the dream of someone wealthy, but he could hardly force another person. Acting that way seemed to go against the rules.
Sigh...
He had lived for over five hundred years, killed with ruthless decisiveness, and awed an entire region, yet the chance to study had stumped him. Who would believe it?
A rustling reached his ears. The old fox, Hu Changqing, came up the mountain, having forgotten his walking stick in his haste, and hurried beneath the tree.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Hu Changqing sat cross-legged on the Stone Terrace. He spoke of the lingering aftermath of the last ghost plague, then mentioned the monsters that had inexplicably appeared in the River, calling themselves Dragon Kings. His words carried a fair measure of emotion.
Stroking his beard, he changed the subject.
"With such an uproar, I thought the Government Office or the Mystic Sect would act first. I never expected the first