"I've dug more holes than the roads you've walked."
There wasn't a word of falsehood in what Fuji said.
Foxes repay favors, snakes mimic dragons, and naturally, Fuji digs holes.
Especially Fuji, a demon from the Demon Race similar to innate items, whose heavenly talents are usually beyond the reach of ordinary demons after becoming one.
Even on seamless grounds, Fuji could move freely, a skill that even orthodox Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't match one of Fuji's filaments.
However, Zhang Ze hadn't expected Fuji to dig so fast.
Moreover, wasn't she right here?
"Sister, aren't you still here?" Chen Qin asked.
"Yes, but this is just one half," Fuji replied, "the other half went over there a long time ago."
Seeing that everyone didn't understand, Fuji shook her hand, releasing a blob of blue liquid from her palm.
It landed on the table, bounced once, and then turned into a palm-sized Fuji.
The little Fuji waved at everyone, "See, just like that, another small half."
