Shhhhhh...
The wind rustled the leaves, the towering ancient tree, a single tree forming a forest.
An ancient and desolate murmur, the green grass swayed like waves in the wind.
Shhhhhh...
Jiang Yuebai suddenly opened her eyes and sat up from the bed. She chatted with the Little Monk last night before returning to her room for cultivation and actually fell asleep?
Her head itched so much, her whole body itched!
Jiang Yuebai pulled off her hairband to scratch her head, only to be shocked to find that the Little Ganoderma, which was just a stem, had grown to the size of a walnut overnight.
White powder fell softly, glowing, Jiang Yuebai couldn't help but scratch her arm and found a thin layer of Ganoderma spores covering her skin.
She kept scratching, inexplicably panicked, with a very bad premonition.
