Xizhe watched the performance of the small wooden stick, furrowing his brow deeply, unable to refrain from reaching out his hand to stop it. But it was of no use; as soon as he let go, the small wooden stick immediately began to spin wildly again.
"This—"
Xizhe's brows formed into a knot, and the next moment, he pulled out the small wooden stick, his gaze sharpened. With a "crack," he directly broke the wooden stick into two parts, one left and one right, inserting them separately into the soil in front of him.
As a result, upon entering the soil, the wooden sticks began spinning in circles again, one left, one right, as if possessed.
"This—"
Feeling completely puzzled, Xizhe couldn't help but turn his head to look at Su beside him, seeing Su open his eyes and shaking his head at Moli, clearly not having lost the blue seal's trail.
Then...
