And Pull Away the Frost Color

Traveling into the world of immortality, she has the three spiritual roots of earth, wood, and water. Average talent, slow temper. Books are being replenished in the side yard of Jiange, and soil is being trampled on the ridges of the medicine garden. Like an inconspicuous grass, it is not in a hurry to bloom and is not afraid of frost. She has a long road to practice, and she wants to do every little thing well. And put away the frost and wait for the old friend to return.