At the end of the passage lay an enormous hollowed-out cavern.
A weasel lay in the very center.
Not the little kind that lurked on field ridges stealing chickens, but a hulking beast over two meters long, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted.
His tawny fur was sleek and glossy. Clearly, he had been living the good life.
Wen Ning stood at the entrance, looked down at that furry lump, and walked over without expression.
He neither softened his footsteps nor deliberately concealed his presence. He simply strode right up to the giant weasel.
Then he raised his right foot, aimed at the tail, and stomped down.
A weasel's tail was its most sensitive spot. Even touching it casually was out of the question, let alone stepping on it.
The giant weasel let out an agonized howl and sprang awake.
His limbs scrabbled wildly against the ground, his head whipped from side to side, and his eyes bulged like a pair of brass bells, still filled with the foul temper of someone jolted out of sleep.
He twisted around to look at his tail, then turned back to glare at Wen Ning.
His expression seemed to ask: You stepped on my tail?
Wen Ning looked down at him and asked,
"Do you know where Huang San is?"
The giant weasel froze for a moment.
He blinked, his bristling fur settling a little as wariness flashed in his eyes.
"What do you want with him?"
Wen Ning said,
"Something."
The giant weasel stared at him for a long while, then moved his forepaws forward and sat upright.
He was already huge, and once he sat up, his head came almost level with Wen Ning's shoulders.
"I'm Huang San."
Huang San leaned toward Wen Ning.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?"
Wen