In the hidden spiritual pond at the foot of Mount Buzhou, more than a dozen green lotuses crowd the water. I looked down and saw that I was the smallest, thinnest leaf, squeezed into the corner of the third-grade green lotus. The twelfth-grade green lotus plant in the center blocked out the sky and the sun, and its leaves drooped down, blocking most of my sunlight. I looked up and stared at it for a long time, and suddenly I remembered something - the ungrown lotus seed knotted by the Chaos Green Lotus seemed to have fallen next to my root.
