[After all, over the centuries, far too many people have said that I have delusions]
[But how could such mediocre people understand my heart's pursuit of the Dao?]
[After he left, people came one after another to see me, laugh at me, ruin me, slander me, and I just smiled and let it go, I only did what I wanted]
[In this way, another sixty years passed, and my life finally changed... My research funding has once again been exhausted, and I need to come out of seclusion to work and make money]
Bai Mo covered the Copper Plate, lifted his head, frowned, and even didn't want to continue reading.
This Green Rice Immortal, the Grass Pill Master, is he really going to waste his entire life on such a destined failure?
There were still many words engraved on the Copper Plate, all being the self-narration of this Green Rice Immortal, depicting his hundreds of years of effort, hardships, achievements, and joys in the pursuit of the "Snow Warm Pill."
