Jiangning, a nameless little creek.
The creek chuckled, the fish within it plump and beautiful; the woods were carpeted in fallen leaves, untouched by the chilling desolation of winter.
Atop a large rock by the creek, a woman clad in a thin blue robe sat quietly, cradling a horsetail whisk, under the trembling golden brilliance of the trees.
"Do you know why the Demon Country desperately wants to move southward?"
The shimmering water reflected fallen maple leaves, shattering the world into a thousand fragments of shadow.
"...for what?"
Deng Baiyi squatted by the creek, somewhat puzzled.
After leaving Lichao City with Tang, the two of them traveled southward on foot, enduring the elements, unlike the Sword Immortal who traveled by sword control.
Deng Baiyi surely knew, with the cultivation level of the Master of World Pavilion, he could easily traverse mountains and rivers in a mere day if he wished.
He really wanted to return to the Taoist World Pavilion.
