"Song, you've completed your missions in three worlds, and both the Star Lord of Destiny and the other Immortals are very pleased. Previously, every time you transmigrated, your personality was influenced by the original host, preventing you from being yourself. Your memories were also wiped clean. From this world onward, you are free. You can retain your memories from every lifetime and act according to your own character."
Rongrong eagerly told Ji Xiaosong this the moment her previous life had ended.
At this moment, Ji Xiaosong had returned to her true form. On a sun-drenched hillside, a vast expanse of thin snow thousand-year-old grass blanketed the entire slope like a carpet.
Rongrong floated over the hillside, but she had no idea which one was Ji Xiaosong.
"Don't bother looking. All of the thin snow thousand-year-old grass is me. You can talk to me from anywhere, and I'll know."
"Oh my gosh, does that mean you can communicate with plants too?"
