A few moments later, a scorpion the size of a pot lid was trapped in a formation, dizzy and unable to escape.
Lu Ye strode toward the bamboo building, climbed the stairs, and reached the second floor. As he pushed open the bamboo door, a foul wind hit his face, accompanied by a hissing sound.
With a casual grab, he caught a green snake in his hand. Upon examining it closely, he found the snake resembled a fresh bamboo shoot. Even with its head caught, it retained its fierce demeanor, flicking its tongue.
Lu Ye glared at it, and simply exerted a bit of his own pressure, causing the snake to immediately wilt, its previously straight body now limp.
He wrapped it around his waist, tying it in a knot. Looking up, he saw Hua Ci emerging from the inner room, carrying a bunch of bags, appearing ready for a long journey.
Lu Ye was surprised: "Oh, Madam, where are you heading?"
