"He's at it again."
Feng Yi looked at him with disdain and barely managed to hold back from kicking him.
"Break apart!"
Shitou suddenly shouted, slamming his palm onto the ground.
"Crack-crack."
A crack about a foot wide and half a meter deep appeared beneath his palm, visibly extending forward for over ten meters.
"Hahaha, I did it!"
Shitou jumped three feet high in excitement and ran a lap around the herb garden.
"Shitou, you're amazing. We're counting on you to cultivate the herb garden."
Mo Canglan's eyes lit up, brandishing his little shovel and generously praising him.
Shitou almost tripped and fell.
"Why me? Master said that everyone with Earth Spirit Roots has to help."
"We can't do it. We don't have your skills."
Feng Yi laughed mockingly and clumsily pinched his fingers like Shitou, swaying them in front of the others: "This magic spell suits you best."
"Hahaha."
Everyone was amused by his rare sense of humor.
"Go, Shitou! We're rooting for you!"
