Blurb One:
The Black Tortoise Immortal, entrusted with guarding this realm, panicked when he saw the sleeping infant fall from the sky in front of him.
I thought you summoned me to fight. I didn't expect you to entrust me with your child.
I may have lived a long time, but I don't know how to raise a kid!
Wait, come back! Take your own child with you!
Fortunately, the baby had arrived with an abundance of spiritual energy and a powerful protective barrier, as well as the soul of a woman reincarnated from the modern world.
That soul attached itself to a tiny Puxue grass plant. Nourished by the abundant spiritual energy, it cultivated into a spirit and began a new life.
The Black Tortoise Immortal had a sudden idea: Let this little plant raise the child, and I can pass the burden along successfully!
But a thousand years have passed, and both the little plant and the baby have grown up. Old friend, you entrusted the child to me, so why haven't you come back yet?
Oh, well. A mature immortal knows how to bluff:
