In the grand hall, Bai Mo cradled his three disciples, stroked their chubby heads, and gazed at the weeds planted in the toilet on the desk, unable to find peace in his heart.
The essence of a dream?
Or should I say... the aura of the Dream Origin?
This dream holds an extremely high rank!
Bai Mo, like the Ancient Immortals, can only control dreams, use dreams, but cannot own dreams, let alone access the Dream Origin!
But now, within the grass in front of him, there is actually a trace of Dream Origin? Extremely scarce, almost undetectable, Dream Origin?
"This...
"Although the amount is small, it can't hide its high rank!
"If I could gather more, who knows, it might have marvelous uses.
"Even allowing me more understanding and research of this dream? A stronger control?"
The three disciples listened to their master mumbling to himself, and then looked at the grass planted in the toilet on the table, their fox eyes widened.
In their view, isn't this just weeds?
