Afterwards, he stretched his limbs.
Then he quietly sat back down.
The Carefree Monk, who was at a far distance, had been observing carefully for a long time, and feeling there shouldn't be any problems,
finally slowly returned to the front of Luo Changfeng, cautiously taking a seat under the Stone Pavilion.
...
After chatting idly with the monk in front of him for a while,
the Carefree Monk then left the small courtyard.
Initial Ghost wouldn't show him, nor tell him where that blood-colored begonia grass came from.
Why would the Carefree Monk linger here?
To seek out frustration?
In the courtyard, beneath the Stone Pavilion,
sat Luo Changfeng, silently holding a cup of warm tea.
At that moment, he couldn't help but slightly lower his head.
He was pondering something.
The Initial Ghost was surrounded by this so-called blood-colored begonia grass.
And the Carefree Monk said that this type of grass usually grows in the land of blood-colored begonias.
