True Immortal Chasing the Moon, Bai Ri, founder of the Moon-Laurel Immortal Palace, was active from the late days of Dayu into the early Great Xia period.
Rumor had it she was graceful beyond compare, strikingly beautiful like a celestial maiden, causing countless heroes and heroes-to-be of that age to become infatuated and obsessed.
Lu Yang pulled his attention back from his memories and, through the spirit-space, looked at the little white-night girl called “Bai Ri.” She looked about ten or so, not much taller than his shrunken self.
Cute she was, indeed, but was there really any resemblance to those words like “graceful beyond compare”?
“You’re not the ancestor of the Moon-Laurel tree, are you? How did you become True Immortal Chasing the Moon?” the Everlasting Immortal wondered.
She had already suspected that Bai Ye wasn’t simply the Laurel Tree Ancestor; now that she asked, indeed there was something off.
Bai Ri froze. “How do you know about the Laurel Tree Ancestor?”