Feng San Niang was about to act when she suddenly heard a voice transmission in her ear: "Hu Niannian will control the weight. Don't worry."
The next second, the hybrid pony's hooves became lighter, and its speed suddenly increased by half.
The Martial Artist driver: ?!
It wasn't just him who was confused; even the hybrid horse pulling the cart was baffled.
'What? How did the cart suddenly get so light?'
Hu Niannian was secretly manipulating the wind, shouldering ninety percent of the mine cart's weight.
If someone were to lie down and look under the cart, they would discover that the steel wheels were only barely touching the tracks, gliding along smoothly.
It was like a small child pulling something on a tricycle while their parent was lifting the two back wheels, making it effortless for the child to pedal.
Tang Wen saw the confusion of both man and horse and said deliberately, "You're driving the cart well. There's a reward for you when we get to the top."
