Just as Yun Chujiu was mumbling to herself, the strange grass in her Dantian started to become restless. Yun Chujiu had no choice but to take a look inside, only to see that it was trembling non-stop, as if it was having cramps.
Yun Chujiu was delighted. Could it be that this strange grass was about to choke? That would be great!
It shook for a while, and then a drop of crystal clear liquid seeped out from one of the leaves. Yun Chujiu subconsciously reached out her hand, and that drop of liquid magically appeared in Yun Chujiu's palm.
Little Black kept shouting in the spiritual beast bag, "It smells so good! It smells so good! Master, What's that smell? It smells really good, just like the smell on your body!"
Yun Chujiu was stunned. The grass kept urging Yun Chujiu with its consciousness, and Yun chujiu dripped the crystal clear liquid on the Golden thread grass although she did not understand why.
