It looked at the mountain.
The little caterpillar tilted its head and looked at Wang Che questioningly.
'Are you sure it's this mountain?'
"Do you think it's very simple?" Wang Che said, "If you think it's too simple, let's change to a bigger one."
"…" The green caterpillar.
"Ssss!"
The green caterpillar resisted loudly!
How was this possible?
Insect Voice was only an ordinary soul skill. It had not even advanced.
It knew the power.
How could it shatter this mountain?
It felt that training was still possible in a small mountain of twenty to thirty meters.
"How is that impossible?"
Wang Che said, "You don't have to complete it in one go. Just crack it a little every day and after a long time, won't that do?"
The little caterpillar felt that it made sense.
But it still did not believe it.
Therefore, Wang Che told it a story of a caterpillar moving mountains.
