Xia Chujian curled her lip and simply gave up, stretching out her legs as she sat beneath that "mushroom" in a comfortable position. "Fine. People climb upward, water flows downward. If it rains, if the river bursts its banks, who can stop it?"
She did not care anymore.
It was not hers anyway. Lucky to have it; if not, it was simply not meant to be.
After sitting for a while, Xia Chujian gradually felt the downside of low humidity.
She was thirsty.
Thirst was harder to endure than hunger.
Without water, a person could die of thirst in three days.
But without food, they could still last seven days.
Clearly, thirst was deadlier than hunger.
She desperately swallowed what little saliva she had left and said, "It would be nice if I had a Golden Fruit to eat right now."
Seven Lù's childlike voice carried a hint of sympathy. "Master, don't get your hopes up over things like this. Wishing for plums to quench thirst won't work here."
Xia Chujian found that amusing. "Seven Lù knows that idiom too?"
Seven Lù said, "That idiom is in Seven Lù's database."
Xia Chujian said, "Then tell me—what does wishing for plums to quench thirst mean?"
In truth, anyone could understand the idiom just from its literal meaning, but Xia Chujian had nothing better to do, so she teased Seven Lù.
In its prim childlike voice, Seven Lù began recounting the story behind "wishing for plums to quench thirst."
Xia Chujian only half listened. She was thinking about how to leave this place when, just then, a blade of little grass suddenly sprouted from the solid ground before her—a ground with no soil, only metal shavings.
A green blade of little grass.
It looked so fragile that even a faint breeze seemed