Bai Junjun saw a dazzling array of beehives, some as large as wheels, others like washbasins, with the smallest being the size of a basketball.
Bai Junjun’s eyes shone like lanterns; all these were money!
The two didn’t speak a word and quickly got to work.
Li Wenli first created a gust of wind that blew the bees, already startled from the thorn bushes, away.
Bai Junjun then quickly threw out vines, plucking the beehives and tossing them into space.
In a flash, dozens of beehives, big and small, were all scooped up.
The two bandits, plucking beehives like picking melons, suddenly heard a faint sound of gears turning in the wind.
They both paused at the same time.
Why would there be a sound of gears turning in this place?
They instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.
Although they couldn’t see any activity above, they could hear the Minister of Rites instructing someone to clink magic artifacts and he was also muttering to himself.
It was clear that everything was normal up there; it was not a disturbance they had caused.
The two listened carefully again, but the sound of gears had vanished.
"Do you think... there could still be a space fragment here?"
Bai Junjun boldly guessed.
"Space fragments have gears?" Li Wenli raised an eyebrow.
Even if there were, until they connected with the space, they shouldn’t be able to hear anything from inside, even an explosion.
"If not space, then does this mean... there are other people here?" Bai Junjun stamped her foot on the ground as she spoke.
Li Wenli’s eyes curved, "Great minds think alike."
Bai Junjun glanced at the lush greens covering the mountain, closed her eyes, and released her Special Ability, connecting with the plant life around her: five meters, ten meters, thirty meters... Her sensory range gradually expanded.
Finally, she detected a faint trace of carbon dioxide in one area, and a slight breeze reached her at the same time—Li Wenli’s Special Ability.
Almost simultaneously, they pinpointed the suspicious location and, without another word, headed there.
The suspicious spot was less than a hundred meters away, but positioned vertically downwards.
Famous Scholar Mountain wasn’t very tall but stretched for hundreds of miles. If there really was a palace or base built inside this mountain belly, it would indeed be very difficult to discover.
After all, in ancient times, the land was vast with few people and no satellite monitoring; a determined person could secretly set up a base without it being discovered for a short time.
The two made their way downwards at the fastest pace, the thorn bushes growing denser the further down they went. Concerned that disturbing the thorn bushes any further might alert those at the other end, Li Wenli wrapped his arm around Bai Junjun’s waist and carried her as they flew with the wind.
Bai Junjun felt a warmth at her waist, followed by Fox’s face magnifying infinitely before her own.
Her heart tightened a bit and she discreetly shifted her gaze.
The two quickly arrived at an entrance.
This crack appeared to have formed naturally from a fissure in the mountain.
The carbon dioxide Bai Junjun sensed was being released from here.
"This leads inside." Li Wenli’s eyes gleamed slyly; he had obviously explored the interior with the wind.
The two silently entered, still with Li Wenli taking the lead, and Bai Junjun following behind him.
They walked slowly inside, the path becoming narrower as they went, until Li Wenli had to bend down and curl up, unable to move forward smoothly.
Clearly, this fissure was not a passage, but just a natural split in the mountain.
Bai Junjun silently pulled out a Mosquito-eating Plant.
"?" Li Wenli looked at her puzzled, not understanding what Madam was trying to do.
Bai Junjun gestured for Li Wenli to switch places with her before continuing.
However, the space here was very narrow.