Blade of Grass

There is a grass in the crack of the stone cliff. The broken sword was stuck beside him, and the remaining sword intent seeped into its roots. Nine hundred years later, a young man in a green shirt sat up from the grass roots. He can't speak, he doesn't practice magic pills, and he doesn't set up formations. Only practice sword intent. Everyone says that if the trees and grass bloom, they will be born with a useless body and will not be able to walk far. He doesn't speak. He was used to it - Cao never talked much. The grass only grows upward.