Ying Si, the River Ying’s goddess, goes by the childhood name A Li.
Born with the essence of water, she cannot die as long as the mountains and rivers endure. She does not cultivate immortality, save the world, or obey the will of Heaven. When the Celestial Court sends someone, she whips up waves and drives them away. When people try to use rules against her, she rolls her eyes and pretends not to hear.
She is selfish, loves comfort and beauty, and is picky about food. She won’t eat anything bitter or touch anything bland, and won’t even look at anything shabby. When she’s in a good mood, she may spare you a couple of words. When she’s in a bad mood, she simply walks away. She does as she pleases, living like the kind of fussy, wicked supporting character from a storybook whom everyone hates but can’t look away from.
Ten thousand years later, bored with the abyss, she shed a wisp of her spirit and entered the mortal world.
Not to overcome a tribulation, experience love, or save some world.
She did it for food. For clothes. For comfort.
She came to the mortal realm for one reason: to enjoy herself.
