This night, some people were restless, while others remained unconscious.
In the newly discovered Red Jade Mine at the outskirts of the city, a massive fire started, burning half a mountain before extinguishing itself. When the fire department arrived, no casualties were found.
Su Nanzhi had slept for a long time in the cave, or so her subconscious believed.
She remembered that before she lost consciousness, Chiyou had died.
But now, as she opened her eyes, she found the scene before her had changed; there was still a wooden coffin in front of her, but no corpse lay beside her.
That made sense, after all, the drought demon slain by the Peach Wood Sword—if it was indeed a life destined to be extinct—would have dissipated both soul and body, leaving nothing behind.
Moreover, Chiyou's existence was so full of inconsistencies that it completely redefined Su Nanzhi's understanding of Chinese myths and legends.
