Mu En, the Riddler

Compared to them, Ma Xiaotao had it much worse. With only the time of one more incense stick remaining, Mu Feng and Huo Yuhao chatted leisurely, showing no intention whatsoever of helping Ma Xiaotao.

"Hey, you two, come help me pull some!"

Ma Xiaotao pounded her aching waist and back, feeling thoroughly indignant at Huo Yuhao's behavior.

Remembering how he had nearly died at Ma Xiaotao's hands twice, Huo Yuhao waved his hand. "I've been pulling for so long already. I have no strength left."

As he spoke, Huo Yuhao, who had been sitting on the lawn, suddenly lay down.

Ma Xiaotao widened her eyes, then turned to Mu Feng and ordered, "You barely did anything just now, so come help me."

Mu Feng shook his head. "If I still had any strength, Yuhao wouldn't have come to help me pull them."

Picking up where Mu Feng left off, Huo Yuhao nodded. "That's right."

Ma Xiaotao was instantly choked with anger. If she did not need to hurry up or risk failing to finish her task, she truly would have rushed over and punched each of them.

More than ten minutes later, Ma Xiaotao finally finished her share of the task, panting heavily. Her fair forehead was drenched in sweat, and without Soul Power protecting her hands, the blades of grass had left numerous tiny cuts on them.

After resting for so long, Mu Feng and Huo Yuhao did not look as though they had worked at all. The three came before Xuan Zi, only to find that he had already fallen asleep, snores continuously issuing from his nose and mouth.

Ma Xiaotao rolled her eyes. Had she known Xuan Zi was asleep, she would have secretly used Soul Power.

"Elder Xuan, Elder Xuan, Elder Xuan!"

Only after Ma Xiaotao