"Witch Scribe." Seeing Gungun gazing up at the sky without lowering his head for a long while, Kuafu could not help calling out to him.
"Oh." Gungun came back to his senses, lowered his head, and looked at Kuafu before him. "Sorry, my mind wandered just now. So, Great Shaman, what brings you here? Awoo~"
As he spoke, Gungun took another bite of his Spirit Fruit.
"Witch Scribe, I do not understand why Ancestral Witch Houtu suddenly transferred me from Mount Chengdu Zaitian to the Yellow River and ordered me to watch over the Human Race. When I asked her, she told me to seek your guidance. So please, Witch Scribe, enlighten me." As he spoke, Kuafu bowed to Gungun once more.
"Seek my guidance?" Hearing this question, Gungun blinked, then rolled his eyes and said casually, "How would I know about something like that? Maybe the Ancestral Witch saw that you'd been single too long and wanted to give you a chance to see whether you could find your future wife among the Human Race."
"What?" Kuafu's eyes widened. Was that what this was about?
In the void, Houtu was speechless. This fat bear really dared to say anything.
"Ah, who cares? She's the boss of our Houtu Tribe anyway. If she gives an order, we just do as we're told. Thinking too much makes your fur fall out," Gungun said, waving a paw at Kuafu.
"Witch Scribe, yours is fur, but mine is hair," Kuafu corrected him.
"Same thing," Gungun said irritably. Then, after a moment's thought, he stuffed the rest of the Spirit Fruit into his mouth, noisily chewed it up, and swallowed. Sitting upright, he looked at Kuafu and said, "Great Shaman, protecting the Human Race won't do you any harm. But honestly, you ought to