Mu Yan turned her head to look at him, her face full of a "Are you serious?" expression.
The trio eavesdropping nearby had the same look — the master of the maze, the holder of the Rank-C Copy, would he actually grow fruits to sell for money?
It seemed far more believable to say he was growing them for fun or to satisfy his appetite.
"Why not?" Xu Huo, as if reading their thoughts, replied leisurely, "Such a large space left empty is a waste. Don't you ever want to grow something here?"
"Absolutely no such idea." Mu Yan, following his gaze toward the maze wall in front, thought for a moment and then said, "If used as a laboratory, it could actually be divided into several isolated compartments."
After finishing the fruits, the two returned to the vicinity of the shelter.
The masked man and the scar-faced man had already tended to the short-haired woman's wound. Watching the ever-wriggling maze wall, the former spoke, "This maze wall seems to be pressing toward the space."
