Late at night, the bright moonlight cast a hazy white glow onto the grassy slope, gilding the dark green leaves.
A white fox lay there quietly, with its eyes closed, seemingly in deep slumber.
As the breeze blew over it, the fox's soft white fur rippled along with the surrounding grass.
Daji was meditating with her eyes closed.
Her anger had come quickly and had dissipated just as fast; she was no longer angry.
But she still wanted to become an Immortal.
She would not let anyone look down on her.
Only by becoming an Immortal could she prove herself.
Daji was on the verge of success; she concentrated her mind, calmed her breath, opened all her body's orifices, absorbing the most refined thread of Spiritual Energy from the moonlight, and guiding it to circulate within her body.
"The time is almost upon us."
The Water Moon Fairy sat in the pavilion protecting Daji.
