Just like the genius Sequence Seven who was like a ghost, before he grew up, he was just Sequence Seven.
Even if he could only extend a small finger across the boundary of the dream realm and the real world... it would be enough to play a game of chess with that alchemist!
The Round Stone Ancient Immortal exhaled a foul breath, and took out the "Immortal Grass" just sent by Xue Yong.
"Your junior disciple just sent an Immortal Grass.
"I really don't recognize this thing, take it back to the real world and let your alchemists study it.
"It's that one... Wang E."
The mountain of flesh within the potion barrel glanced at the plastic bag in the master's hand and the Immortal Grass inside it, furrowing his brows.
"Master, this... there's no need to find Wang E.
"I recognize it.
"This is a common weed in the real world, called Cang Ear.
"It's everywhere by the roadside."
