There is a spiritual herb in an ordinary secret realm in Canglan Continent. Thousands of years have passed and this spiritual herb has not been picked up by the monks. Because the spirit grass has a guardian monster, even if this monster is only one level, it is at the bottom of the cultivation world. One day the spiritual grass and the monster suddenly transformed.
Ruomu: "Why do we transform?"
Ruohan: "I don't know."
Ruomu: "Then what should we do next?"
Ruohan: "Why don't you go out and take a look."
Ruomu: "Won't we be arrested and made into elixirs?"
Ruohan: "Aren't I here?"
Ruomu: "Obviously I ran away more often before."
Ruohan: "... Just say whether you want to go or not."
Ruomu: "Is it useful if I say not to go?"
Ruohan: "No."
Ruomu: "..."
So the two little demons who had just transformed started their journey.