The Legend of Chu Xuan

In the early morning, the mountain fog has not dispersed. The ancient trees deep in this mountain forest are towering, their branches and leaves are intertwined, covering most of the sky. There is a touch of moisture in the air, and there is also an imperceptible flow of spiritual energy. In the center of the forest clearing grew a grass with a light green halo. The leaves stretched out and the roots trembled slightly, as if they sensed something. I stood on the south side of the clearing, and my white clothes were slightly lifted by the morning breeze. Just finished a round of practice, the aura in the body has not completely calmed down, there is an indescribable restlessness deep in the blood, faintly stirring, but not obvious. I have been staying here for the past three days, waiting for it to mature. Now it's finally time to pick. But just as I raised my hand to prepare for action, footsteps came from outside the forest. The man walked very quickly and did not deliberately hide his whereabouts. The next moment, a man wearing a light blue robe walked out from behind the shadow of the tree, his eyes falling directly on the spiritual grass. Without saying a word, he reached out and picked it. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.