## Chapter 1 of "Xiao Cao's Cultivation of Immortality" The First Meeting with the Immortal
The fog in the mountains has not yet dissipated, and a drop of morning dew slid down the tip of a leaf and happened to hit a small green grass. The grass was bent down by the sudden weight, and the fluff on the leaves trembled slightly, shaking off a few crystal water drops.
"Ouch!" Xiaocao shouted in her heart. It has lost count of how many times it has been hit by dewdrops, and every time it takes a lot of effort to straighten its back again. It looked at the tall pine tree not far away with envy. The pine needles were covered with dew, but they were still as tall as ever.
"I wish I had such a thick branch." Xiaocao sighed, and the leaves drooped listlessly. It knows that this is just wishful thinking, that it is just an ordinary grass, without even a name...
