Yun Chujiu and the other three thought that cutting two thousand catties of firewood was a small matter. After all, all four of them had spiritual power. However, when they arrived at the back of the mountain, the four of them finally understood why those people were gloating over their misfortune.
The back of the mountain of the primordial chaos sect was very big, but the only thing that could be used to make firewood was a kind of iron-skinned pine. However, this kind of iron-skinned pine had a very loose distribution. There were only a few within a mile of the ground. It would probably take a lot of effort to gather two thousand catties of firewood.
Jin Zhi and the other two looked at Yun Chujiu. Should they cut or not?
Yun chujiu snorted coldly. “Even if we cut two thousand kilograms, they will think of something to torment us. If that’s the case, why are we looking for trouble? We can deal with it with some tree branches! Let’s go find wild fruits to eat!”