The screen suddenly changed, and tens of thousands of viewers, who a moment before were still laughing, all held their breath in unison.
In the large screen, Ye Wan's body was pressed tightly against the rock wall, tensed like a rifle.
Her toes were braced against the rocks.
One hand was gripping a protruding stone.
The other hand stretched out to reach for the Ganoderma that was close at hand.
"Fuck! I knew this sister was not to be underestimated—silently impressive! Ganoderma, for sure, this is the moment of striking it rich!"
The barrage was sent out only to realize no one responded, and the brave netizen instantly shut up.
The scene seemed to have frozen.
Only Fu Qingshu's face was getting paler by the second.
Sweat droplets emerged from He Sichen's forehead.
Ye Wan, clinging to the rock face, inched her fingertips towards the Ganoderma at a visibly rapid pace.
Her toes stood firm.
With a soft puff, the Ganoderma was pulled from the greenish soil of the rock wall.
