It was as if the swarm of snakes in the deep pit had been set on fire; they grew excited once more.
They writhed their bodies frantically, their rising and falling HISSES freely expressing their agitation.
Countless snakes climbed densely over the stone walls, a scene like a black tide, constantly churning and writhing.
If Gu Mian hadn't been holding her tightly, giving her a sense of security, Wen Qian was genuinely afraid she would faint on the spot.
Of course, Wen Qian didn't dare to faint. She was afraid she'd fall at the wrong angle and accidentally tumble right into that terrifying pit, becoming food for the snakes.
At the thought of that horrible outcome, Wen Qian couldn't help but shiver, her body instinctively shrinking into Gu Mian's embrace.
Just then, Gu Mian put away the exquisite dagger with a clean, swift motion.
Then, he gently took Wen Qian's hand and placed the dagger in it. "Yours."
Wen Qian wiggled her fingers, barely managing to grip the dagger.
