"Ruoruo, watch me!"
Taking the spiritual scythe from Zhang Ruoruo's hands, Zhang Baodian couldn't help but say, "This can't be that hard to cut."
Lu Yuanshan and She Qingqing watched from the side with mixed feelings, wanting to explain but seeing Zhang Baodian full of enthusiasm, they decided to see if the boy could really cut through those spirit rice roots.
Zhang Baodian wielded the spiritual scythe, and after several attempts to cut the spirit rice roots and failing, a look of amazement crossed his face.
"This..."
"See, it's not like I'm weak."
Zhang Ruoruo muttered, "Still said I was bad."
"Hahaha, I... I just wasn't using my strength, let me try again!"
With a smile and a scratch on his head, Zhang Baodian tried again with more force, only to end up in the same situation, managing to only scratch the surface with an awkward look.
"Sect Leader, why is this Spirit Rice so tough?"
He couldn't help but ask, "It's nothing like the crops in my family's fields."
