As the black soil was continuously excavated, a small pit gradually formed around the Mountain Red.
The pit grew deeper and wider, slowly turning into a cylindrical shape.
Li Chengyi was so focused on digging that he almost forgot about the slot machine in the distance.
However, what was strange was that no matter how much he dug, the roots of the Mountain Red seemed infinitely long, always burrowing deeper into the ground.
The brown roots, like the clawing and writhing roots of ginseng, spread and extended into the depths below.
After digging more than half a meter deep, Li Chengyi still hadn't seen the end of the roots; he felt that something was not quite right.
'I can't dither any longer; if I suddenly exit the flashback, all my efforts will have been in vain.'
He glanced at the flower's center, where the isolated Mountain Red and Xiao Bai blossomed.
