"By that time, what do I have to fear from that hammer, Bai Mo."
After some consideration, he took out a plastic bag from his pocket, opened it, and looked at the grass inside.
He lay on the bed, placed the grass on his chest, covered it with his hand, closed his eyes, and quickly entered the dream.
...
When Xue Yong opened his eyes again, he found himself standing under a sky filled with dark clouds, with the sound of a howling wind in his ears.
Beside him, a small river was gently flowing, and a solitary thatched hut stood by the riverbank.
His master, the Round Stone Ancient Immortal, a bald, extremely large fatty in a dirty long robe, sat on the threshold of the thatched hut like a mountain, blocking the entrance as if in deep thought.
Xue Yong stepped forward, bent down, and presented the grass in the plastic bag to his master,
"Master, I think I found an Immortal Grass. Take a look!"
