The two were practically stuck to each other like sticky rice cakes, their faces and bodies pressed close, each able to hear the other’s solid heartbeat when brushing past.
It took quite a while before they reluctantly switched positions.
Li Wenli was forcefully shoved to the back by the young lady and felt a sense of helplessness.
But Bai Junjun had no time for romance; she directly smashed the Mosquito-eating Plant against the wall.
"?" The Mosquito-eating Plant, rarely the focus of its owner’s attention, looked at the wall with a puzzled expression.
The next second, Bai Junjun forcefully squeezed the plant, and it spat out a mouthful of acidic liquid from its belly.
The stone wall immediately softened into mud upon contact with the acidic liquid from the Mosquito-eating Plant.
With the Mosquito-eating Plant in hand, Bai Junjun might as well have been wielding the most sophisticated of biochemical weapons, unstoppable on her path of destruction.
Li Wenli, watching the tunnel they had made, found it increasingly amusing.
The Wood-series Ability really was all-powerful; if every Tomb Explorer had a Wood-series Ability, what tomb in the world would be impenetrable?
No wonder the young lady managed to turn Polar Bear Base into one of the four major bases in such a short time.
Just look at her skill! She destroys all obstacles with ease, as if it was nothing more than idle banter.
As the Mosquito-eating Plant went from chubby to shriveled, the young lady finally stopped.
They were on the verge of breaking through the last inch of wall.
However, Bai Junjun keenly sensed that the end was near and halted just in time.
She only poked two holes in the one-inch-thick wall.
To reward the Mosquito-eating Plant, Bai Junjun infused a little Special Ability into it.
The Mosquito-eating Plant was very happy to receive Bai Junjun’s Special Ability; it had been slow and sluggish, but it became agile once again.
After being returned to the Space, the Mosquito-eating Plant wandered around the room, making Small Cedarwood both envious and jealous.
Meanwhile, Bai Junjun and Li Wenli were peering through the small tunnel into the interior.
They saw a stone chamber brightly illuminated, with an incomprehensible wooden stake in the center. The wooden stake had many hidden wires connected to several drawers, and many handwritten notes were automatically being transferred into these drawers; the sound of gears emanated from here.
The sound was very subtle, and they probably wouldn’t have heard it if their senses weren’t so sharp.
Although they hadn’t seen much of the world, they both knew they had stumbled upon a secret organization’s underground fortress.
They wondered whose place this was; theoretically, since it was located in the Imperial Capital, it should belong to Prince Hanying, shouldn’t it?
As they were contemplating, footsteps were heard coming from the stone chamber.
Sometime later, a hunched figure in a cloak slowly walked into the chamber, followed by several people.
Bai Junjun focused her gaze and saw that there were acquaintances among those few people!
Behind the mysterious elder were several young people, one of whom was Zhao Xiaomiao from Zhao Family Village, whom Bai Junjun had met before.
The appearance of Zhao Xiaomiao was unexpected; even the usually shrewd Li Wenli flashed a look of surprise in his eyes.
After dropping her off with the County Magistrate, the two didn’t bother with her again, and later when they heard from the County Magistrate that Zhao Xiaomiao was recovering well, they didn’t follow up any further.
Little did they think that she too had arrived in the Imperial Capital and had gotten involved with a mysterious organization.
Both of their eyes flashed with confusion, feeling that their rash intrusion might have touched upon some earth-shattering secret.
Just as they were filled with uncertainties, the mysterious elder below finally spoke.
"Do you know why I brought you here?"
"I do not." Zhao Xiaomiao responded humbly with a bow.
At this moment, she was a stark contrast to the helpless, despairing young girl from Zhao Family Village. Zhao Xiaomiao wore lavish clothing, heavy makeup, and her eyes held a mix of three parts coldness and seven parts indifference to the world.