Before anyone knew it, half a year had passed, and Gungun... was still sleeping soundly there, occasionally rolling onto its side and scratching its backside. It could hardly have slept more blissfully.
During that time, quite a few Witch Followers had wanted to move it into the Crouching Bear Hall. After all, it was Ancestral Witch Houtu's battle pet and a great immortal; sleeping sprawled on the ground like this hardly did its image any favors. Anyone who did not know better might think the Witch Race was mistreating it. But, well, this bear was a little heavy—not something ordinary Witch Followers could lift.
Strangely enough, whenever this fat bear went out and wanted witches to carry it, it weighed no more than ten thousand jin. But once it fell asleep, hah, they could not lift it at all. Whether it weighed eight million jin or ten million jin, no one knew. In any case, it would not budge!
Since ordinary Witch Followers could not lift it, the Great Shamans stepped in.
The Witch Race actually had many Great Shamans. Apart from Hou Yi, Xingtian, and a handful of others who were quasi-saints, the rest were all great immortals. But their bodies were formidable and their strength boundless, so lifting Gungun should naturally have posed no difficulty. After all, if one could not manage it, they could try two; if two could not, they could try three. Surely they would lift it eventually.
But!
No matter how ordinary Witch Followers tried to lift Gungun, they could not disturb its sleep. The Great Shamans were another matter. They kept shifting it about, grabbing its four paws from time to time to try to lift it just like that. Some even cradled its head in their hands, raising it one moment and