I am a yarrow, a very ancient grass. After hundreds of years of practice, I finally transformed into a human form.
That night, I was enjoying a moonlight bath. This celestial moonlight only appears once in a hundred years. As long as it shines for five hours, it can increase my spiritual power by a hundred years.
Suddenly, a man fell next to me and dripped his blood onto me.
Just a little bit, really just a little bit close, it's only been five hours...
Who is this blind person who dares to disturb your grandfather and me from taking a moon bath?
I don't know since when, humans, immortals, demons, and all four realms have been looking for something called the Yarrow Order. It is said that people who possess the Yarrow Order can come back to life, live forever, and become the prophets of the world.
But what everyone didn't expect was that the yarrow order they were looking for was actually a plant, a grass, and it had also been cultivated into a human form...
Concept: It turns out that there are people who really miss each other and like each other.
