Bai Yujun named this valley Snake Valley.
Simple and unadorned, yet directly expressing who the valley belonged to. Such an elegant, badass name possessed a domineering aura and artistic spirit beyond ordinary people's comprehension, elevating the entire valley.
That was all complete nonsense.
In any case, Bai Yujun felt Snake Valley was important. They were all her kind; staying here was far more comfortable than living in human cities.
She came to a massive boulder over a hundred square meters on the slope beside the valley, brought over Green Bamboo, and built a Bamboo House atop it. The house and fence had everything they needed, and she even set up a recliner and a pavilion in the yard. After traveling for so long, she was somewhat tired and wanted to rest here, to properly savor the feeling of being with her own kind.
Snakes continuously gathered from all around, while many snakes that had finished laying eggs, or little snakes that had broken free of their shells, departed.
Only, there was now one tiny, busy figure in the valley.
One kind of snake needed to bury its Snake Eggs in the earth and wait quietly for them to hatch. But a careless mother snake had inadvertently left one egg behind. If it was not buried in the shallow layer of soil, the little snake would never hatch. Fortunately, a small hand reached over and picked up the egg. Bai Yujun was studying how she herself had broken out of her shell and crawled free back then. She still remembered being scared half to death and eating grasshoppers all day.
She held up the Snake Egg, tilting her head this way and that as she examined it several times, but still could not make heads or tails of it.
She bent