Yang Chan was sitting cross-legged, absorbing Spiritual Qi. If his body weren't absorbing it on its own, completely outside his control, he suspected the Black Dragon's words might have made him choke.
'A Spirit Grass gaining sentience? What the hell!'
"Do I look like one to you?"
Yang Chan retorted, annoyed.
'A sentient Spirit Grass... wouldn't that make me a "grass spirit"? That sounds like a curse.'
There were legends of a single blade of grass that could sunder the sun, moon, and stars, but he had no desire to become some kind of "grass spirit."
"Master, have you cultivated a special Physique?"
The Black Dragon realized what was happening and thought of a possibility.
Back in Taiyin Heaven, he had observed Yang Chan and knew for a fact that he didn't have any special Physique. He was just an ordinary member of the Human Race.
