As the sun dipped below the horizon, Bai Ling and Lu Xian stepped out of the Mystic Blue Tavern after their conversation. The fading light spread across the sky. The sun, having toiled all day, strained to release its last warmth.
The cool sunlight fell on Bai Ling’s elegant figure in her evening gown, stretching her shadow long and thin. It was barely recognizable as a human shape.
It resembled more a ghostly phantom of the night.
A gentle breeze lifted Senior Bailin’s hair. Her beautiful expression held a trace of melancholy, evoking such tenderness that one would give anything for her smile.
Bai Ling’s amber eyes flickered with thoughts as she crossed her arms. This pose accentuated her charm and stunning figure. The gown hugged her waist perfectly—no thread could be added or removed.
This visit to the Mystic Blue Tavern had yielded only trivial news from Lu Xian.
The Mystic Realm of Mountains and Seas Containment Entity and the Outer Evil God were the Second Weather Bureau’s top enemies. Even Bai Ling, the so-called Black King Containment Entity, would dread them if they broke free.
Fortunately, as long as Evil Gods or realms didn’t trigger a global outbreak like that one year, Bai Ling could ignore them.
Peerless Sword Swallow Nine had slain an Evil God. The Meteorological Bureau would likely ease tensions with Qianning’s Containment Entity hub.
This spared Bai Ling from handling tedious matters at the Mystic Blue Tavern.
The Meteorological Bureau always sought cooperation with talkative, uncontainable entities like Yan Jiu, Lu Xian, and Bai Ling—beings strong enough to handle most Containment Entities.
Not all Containment Entities craved human slaughter. Some simply wanted a stable home.
Where there were needs, there were deals. That was an unchanging truth.
Take Bai Ling: to express her desire to love Junior Li Ming, she casually smashed several Meteorological Bureau containment sites. They had no choice but to reluctantly fulfill her every demand.
Lu Xian, the so-called Earthly Immortal, built political connections through I Ching divination. Peerless Sword Swallow Nine was as unhinged as Bai Ling—his immortal sword once killed so many that none in the land dared challenge him.
The Mystic Blue Tavern was a compromise—a balance point and trade product between the Meteorological Bureau and Containment Entities.
Sometimes, Containment Entities there took Meteorological Bureau tasks: handling disasters or issues the Bureau couldn’t address openly. In a way, the tavern offered a path to adapt to human society. Acceptance was up to each entity.
Even Bai Ling took occasional tasks to pass time. Once, she handled the Mystic Realm of Mountains and Seas and captured Temporal Locusts.
Whenever Bai Ling accepted a task, the Meteorological Bureau spent days both relieved and anxious.
Black King Bai Ling completed nearly every mission, big or small. But if Senior Bailin grew angry, the resulting damage and losses reached astronomical figures.
The Bureau’s funds weren’t windfall gains. Each time Bai Ling went on a task, they prayed she wouldn’t gleefully destroy everything again.
“Ahh, Evil Gods… I hope none stir trouble in Qianning.”
Gazing at the red sun sinking below the horizon, Bai Ling’s lips pressed slightly together. She seemed to savor the lingering sweetness of jasmine honey tea.
Her lovely face and graceful figure could ensnare anyone. Senior Bailin turned smoothly, waiting for Butler Mo to bring the car. She exited the tavern’s front door; he had to fetch the vehicle from the underground garage.
Truthfully, every time Butler Mo drove Bai Ling to or from the Mystic Blue Tavern, the human butler felt immense pressure.
This life-threatening dread came not just from Bai Ling’s harmless appearance, but from the tavern’s gathered Containment Entities. Who knew when one might snap and attack him—or if Bai Ling would save him?
Despite being her personal butler, he was merely a disposable pawn for the Meteorological Bureau.
Cautiously driving out, Butler Mo first saw Senior Bailin waiting elegantly. Bathed in sunset light, she looked like a goddess descending to earth. Who could guess this beauty was a deadly Containment Entity?
Even as a middle-aged man, Butler Mo couldn’t help but feel awed each time he saw her.
He also marveled at the terrifying deception of Containment Entities.
He slowly parked before Bai Ling. Seeing her bold yet refined evening gown, he hesitated—his butler’s fussiness flaring again.
Bai Ling noticed his conflicted expression instantly.
“You seem dissatisfied with my body. Speak freely. I believe I should charm most men right now.”
Senior Bailin spoke sincerely. To win Junior Li Ming’s affection, she had perfected every inch of herself.
“You jest. I’m not dissatisfied with your body.”
“So you were ogling me, then?”
Her voice was soft, yet Butler Mo felt an eerie aura behind her. One wrong answer, and the Black King would end him.
“The gown suits your grace and figure perfectly. But now that we’ve left the tavern, might you consider less conspicuous clothing?”
This tactful remark praised her beauty while hinting at her attire. It worked—Bai Ling didn’t execute him on the spot.
Distracted by her talk with Lu Xian, Bai Ling only now realized she still wore the alluring evening gown. It was indeed too eye-catching.
Fortunately, the Mystic Blue Tavern stood in a remote area. Others avoided its gloomy aura, so few pedestrians passed by.
Thus, no one witnessed Bai Ling’s breathtaking sunset glow—except Butler Mo, who now respectfully opened her car door.
Throughout, he kept his eyes straight ahead, fearing Bai Ling would catch a mistake and terrify him again.
“Leave the gown. I won’t change outside the tavern. I’d rather avoid the Meteorological Bureau’s complaints.”
Closing her eyes as if resting, Bai Ling spoke calmly. She signaled Butler Mo to drive her home.
