Seeing how calm her master was, Bai Junjun figured Little Bun must have some killer move up her sleeve.
Bai Junjun also started to eat the melon seriously.
Just as the spider swallowed Little Bun and was about to continue attacking these two foolish humans, an unexpected twist occurred.
Originally, the spider could open and close its mouth at will, but now its throat was glued shut. It couldn’t open its mouth or even breathe, as both its respiratory and digestive tracts were glued up. The spider began to thrash about in panic.
But what good was struggling?
The White Flour in its digestive tract was expanding and getting stickier by the moment. The spider desperately tried to vomit it out, but its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were completely sealed by the White Flour. It couldn’t move at all.
Bai Junjun watched as the giant spider was choked to death by that lump of White Flour.
Bai Junjun unconsciously touched her own neck, as if she was the one forced to swallow the White Flour.
To be choked to death by a lump of White Flour... that was just too damn terrifying.
Bai Junjun looked at Wu Nuan, dazed. Future Sister-in-law Dao... how terrifying.
Wu Nuan dispatched the spider effortlessly. She snapped her fingers, and the White Flour lump appeared from the dead spider’s mouth. It shook off the spider’s stomach juices sticking to it, regained its snow-white color, and then hopped towards Wu Nuan’s hand.
"Let’s go." Wu Nuan didn’t take credit; she just casually waved at Bai Junjun.
"Okay." Bai Junjun obediently nodded, showing full cooperation.
The deeper they went, the steeper the path became. When the mud almost reached their knees, they finally arrived at the exit.
Bai Junjun’s view suddenly opened up. Looking closely, he saw they were in an underground cavern. Their location was in the midst of a forest of stalactites, which didn’t seem like a bad place to hide.
As Bai Junjun was carefully observing the surroundings, Wu Nuan gently caught her wrist to indicate she shouldn’t act rashly.
Bai Junjun immediately sat upright and attentive. She had just focused her attention when she heard a conversation coming from below.
Bai Junjun leaned over slightly and saw two people paused in the Central Courtyard below.
One of them was wearing a dark purple robe, tall and elegant. It was none other than Yuwen Jun, who had just left the Imperial Capital.
Bai Junjun was surprised, knowing that Yuwen Jun had a good relationship with Witch Ancestor Mountain, but she didn’t expect it was good enough to allow him access to Witch Ancestor Mountain’s Forbidden Land.
Moreover, wasn’t this guy supposed to have returned to the Eastern Land? Why is he here and still engaging in connection-building?
At this moment, there was a woman standing in front of Yuwen Jun, dressed in azure robes.
The woman was of a certain age but still exuded a mature charm, her moves reflecting a long-lasting beauty. She was a rare beauty.
Upon seeing this, Bai Junjun had a realization. This must be the fabled Gu Master. But what relationship did Yuwen Jun have with her?
Could it be a May-December romance? One in their twenties, the other in their thirties; the age difference wasn’t too great.
Bai Junjun nodded, thinking the theory made sense. But when she glanced over to Wu Nuan, she felt that Wu Nuan wasn’t too happy either. It was obviously her first time seeing Yuwen Jun, and she seemed to disapprove of this older woman-younger man relationship.
Bai Junjun didn’t realize that her wild guesses were becoming as outlandish as one of Mr. Dan He’s scripts.
At this time, the two people in the Central Courtyard below had no idea that two little ’cats’ were hidden above them among the layered stalactites. Yuwen Jun took out the Mystic Iron Treasure Box from his sleeve.
Seeing the Mystic Iron Treasure Box, the Gu Master smiled warmly.
"Xiao Juan really didn’t let Great Aunt down."
Yuwen Jun lowered his eyes, his expression also filled with a warm smile.
"Great affairs are at hand, Juan must not delay."
What? Bai Junjun was astonished.
Not a May-December romance, but Great Aunt? What kind of generational relationship was this?