Immortal Grass Star.
Wang Hao sat cross-legged in a medicine garden, focusing his mind to sense the voice that called to him from afar.
Meanwhile, Little White bounded around the garden, sniffing everywhere with its little nose.
As soon as it smelled delicious spirit fruits or spiritual medicines, it would dash over without hesitation and take a bite first, before anything else.
If it tasted good, it would eat more and casually pack some to take away.
If it didn't taste good, it would spit it out and proceed to destroy the whole lot.
After all, its principle was simple: where this precious baby bunny passed, not a blade of grass would remain.
Not far away, the six Medicine Immortals watched with anguish in their eyes and pain in their hearts—these spirit fruits and spiritual medicines were carefully cultivated by their Immortal Grass Palace, not snacks for a bunny.
