Not far away in the pit, Xue Yong was already sweating profusely.
His wound pressed against the dirt, the scratchy pain was unbearable! More painful than he imagined! He suddenly felt a twinge of regret, wondering if he should not have come?
But then he heard Professor Zhang beside him, encouraging him.
"Endure it, don't be afraid, have a little patience!
"Fishing requires waiting! Wait patiently for the fish to bite!"
Another committee member nearby was grimacing, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"I hurt even more! Something is coming out from underground, burrowing into my wound!"
Wu Qingyun nearby immediately leaned over, crouched down cautiously, and looked underneath the committee member's wound, "Hmm, it's ordinary mycelium, and it's burrowed into your wound."
Professor Zhang nodded.
"Don't be afraid, ordinary mycelium can't harm the body of Sequence Nine.
"The Immortal Grass is very timid; this is just a probe!
