Every time it came to this, the advantages of Spiritual Power were apparent.
Lin Lin, huffing and puffing, held a thick Paulownia Tree branch that he had managed to snap off. He scratched back and forth under the ground, striving to loosen the soil embedding the towering tree's root system.
Meanwhile, He Qing stood by the side, and every so often, he would stretch out his hand to flip, and a surge of Spiritual Power would push the loosened soil aside. The two cooperated with each other, and with the aid of Spiritual Power, dealing with the soil was like cutting through tofu.
However, unlike the tofu, the "tofu" here was broken, and it inevitably required more effort for Lin Lin to fuss over.
But no matter how difficult it was, since the location had already been found, Lin Lin was quite efficient at digging out a space big enough for a person.
"It's buried quite deep," He Qing murmured.
