The Little Fatty tightly grasped the sand brambles in his hand and swiftly flicked his wrist.
Slap! It left a distinct mark on the desert terrain, causing hidden thorns to swish out from the sand and brambles.
With a mere thought, those concealed thorns converged from all directions, attaching themselves back onto the brambles.
The Little Fatty was astonished by this revelation.
"These brambles can be reused!" he exclaimed.
Qiao Mu nodded, her petite head bobbing. "Keep them well. In crucial moments, they might prove unexpectedly useful. Fire below a level-seven spiritual fire cannot incinerate them."
"Okay!" Everyone happily stashed away the sand brambles.
Even Duan Yue and Mo Lian found it somewhat amusing and decided to keep a piece each.
"Is the flow of time here the same as on Fish Orchid Planet?" The Little Fatty inquired.
Qiao Mu nodded in affirmation. "Yes, it is."
