Bai Yujun went straight through the wall of the golden hall, heading toward a hidden hall somewhere behind the mountain.
Fat Head Tiger walked at her side, following in tiny steps. When he lifted his big head, he happened to see the six-winged snake head peeking from his boss's wrist cuff. His gaze lingered on the pattern as he pondered something, and naturally, the old six-winged creature knew exactly what he was thinking.
The pattern wriggled, and a bowl-sized snake head appeared before Fat Head Tiger in a translucent phantom form.
"You little cat! This general only eats premium provisions. I cannot be bothered with scraps filled with impurities and filth. Do not think this general would not dare eat you!"
"..."
Fat Head Tiger's sleepy eyes made it obvious that he did not believe a word of it.
The six-winged creature hissed an explanation.
"You do not understand. After tasting the very best, how could I possibly eat dregs?"
"..."
"As long as this general wishes it, no living thing on this mountain can escape being devoured! Once I get eating, grass, trees, birds, sparrows, insects, and ants—even swallowing this entire mountain would be nothing! Dregs do not fill the belly, and eating too much brings no benefit at all!"
"..."
"Hey, hey, hey! What does that look in your fat-cat eyes mean? You think this general cannot eat them?"
The six-winged creature was so angry that it shrieked and yelled, while Fat Head Tiger continued taking tiny steps after his boss.
"Do you believe this general will go back right now and eat every last one of them—"
Before it could finish, Bai Yujun lowered her sleeve and covered the phantom again, muffling the six-winged creature's incessant muttering. The world instantly became much quieter. Fat Head Tiger happily