Even Mo Jiuli looked at the ground speechlessly, and then at everyone else, completely unable to accept this bizarre challenge!
"Sigh... If you don't want to stay, then start counting!" Mo Jiuli said helplessly.
"Madam, how can we count this? Look at this..." Pang Xiangling lowered her head and used her fingers to touch the ground. A layer of fine sand stuck to her fingers.
"Isn't there Divine Sense? Even if you can't count, you have to. Do you want to stay here?" Mo Jiuli said to the others.
"That's right, start counting. If you don't want to stay, then you must count!" said the two elders of the Alchemy Hall.
So everyone squatted down, grabbed a handful of sand, and started counting. Mo Jiuli handed each person a Porcelain Bottle to put the counted sand in, otherwise no one could ensure they could hold a hundred thousand grains in one hand, and there was no way to continue counting holding them!
