A day rushed by.
In the dormitory hall, the foxes gathered in circles, guarding cups, surrounding baskets of lemons, and were busy squeezing lemons to drink.
This is the unique chrysanthemum lemon of Fox Mountain!
Although it's quite sour, it carries a rich chrysanthemum fragrance.
"Ying ying ying!"
"Aow aow aow!"
A group of foxes blissfully break open lemons, squeezing the juice into their respective glasses.
Not far away, Bai Mo was holding a tablet and taking notes, and without looking up he could smell the lemon's fresh fragrance and tanginess in the air.
His pen flew swiftly across the tablet, writing down line after line of notes.
Although he hadn't found any patterns in the separation of Immortal Grass yet, Bai Mo understood that patterns couldn't be discovered without extensive observation, research, summarization, and analysis. So every day he refined his experiences and insights and recorded them in his tablet.
