Apart from coming out to breathe and cultivate during the Mist Tide, Jin Si had slept in his cave for two full days.
After waking, he shook his head and counted the hours.
He remembered Daoist Pang saying there would be news in two days. But however long he waited, no one came calling, nor did any message arrive, so he decided to go over and ask in person. Anyone else might have felt awkward about asking a favor and patiently waited a little longer, but Jin Si's brain was simply built. Clearly, he could not think through all those twists and turns.
They had agreed on two days. Since nothing had happened, he would go and speak face-to-face.
With rather clumsy steps, he swayed his long body and crawled out of the cave.
In an old tree on the slope, Xiao Yu was cultivating with her eyes closed, her multicolored feathers faintly gleaming. Red Clothes was also cultivating among the rocks of the mountain wall.
The young shoots in the Medicine Field were flourishing.
Jin Si yawned. Another ordinary day, repeating itself.
He raised his head.
With a gentle push of his four claws, his enormous body floated into the air.
His long tail swayed as though he were swimming through water. His belly scales skimmed silently over the treetops, and in an instant he disappeared into the thin mist above the pine forest.
The scenery halfway up the mountain was beautiful, like a landscape scroll unfurled in washes of pale ink.
The long Black Flood Dragon swam smoothly through the painting, his four claws gently stirring as he swayed from side to side, like an ink stroke left carelessly on the scroll, slowly swimming beyond its borders. He had taken this route several times already. The nearby Demon