Hearing Jiangli's earnest words, Xia Xin understood the purpose behind his ancestor's teachings and, despite the fear he felt, he dug with all his might.
Fu'er watched him and said quietly, "Ancestor, he's still so young, isn't this a bit too stimulating for him..."
Jiangli glanced at him and said, "Otherwise, you want to help?"
Fu'er: "..."
Forget it, he'd better keep his mouth shut.
Fu'er made a gesture as if slapping his own mouth, indicating he wouldn't speak again.
Only then did Jiangli turn his gaze away.
Before long...
Xia Xin felt the branch hit something hard and paused momentarily.
His scalp instantly tightened as he cautiously used the branch to move aside the soil.
The next second, a foot sprung from beneath the soil, landing a kick that sent Xia Xin tumbling to the ground.
Xia Xin landed heavily on his butt, somewhat startled, the surprise outweighing the fear he had felt before.
How could this severed limb still be kicking people!
