The Fox Lord of the Ninth Heaven and the Charming Goddess

March rain fell like strings of broken glass beads, clattering against the bluestone slabs. Bai Xi huddled beside a mottled pillar of the covered bridge, her dark cloak already soaked through and clinging to her body. She stared at her pale fingertips, secretly regretting that she had suppressed all her immortal power to evade the heavenly soldiers’ patrol. Now she couldn’t even manage a spell to keep off the rain.