It was only after hearing what the Little Elf said that Mo Ling understood—he had completely misunderstood the Sea of Creation.
'They aren't slacking off. They're exploiting everything they can to the absolute limit, including me, their "universal vessel".'
If the Little Elf hadn't happened to rescue him, Mo Ling might have been stuck working alongside them for a long time to come.
"Why do they work nonstop? Does your race get some kind of joy from helping others fulfill their wishes?" Mo Ling asked, confused. "Or do you get some kind of benefit from it?"
The Little Elf shook its head immediately. "What benefit? There isn't one."
"But back in Oasis City, when people made wishes to you, didn't you receive their wishes?"
