Tang Yin froze. "Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo?"
Mo Yun nodded. "Yes, Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo. Judging by your face, it's pretty important to you too. It might even change your life!"
At those words, Tang Yin's furrowed brows immediately relaxed, joy lighting up his face. "Got it. Thank you, Mo Yun!"
With that, he dashed off, leaving the Spirit Herb Garden to write a letter to his parents.
"Blue Silver Entanglement and Invincible Golden Body might be hard to find, but surely a mere stalk of bamboo won't be?"
Watching Tang Yin race away with delight on his face, his blue robes fluttering through the air, Mo Yun fell into a brief daze.
Could this world really have Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo?
Just then, Zhang Qiang walked over, his skin still dark as pitch.
"Brother Mo, could you read my face again?"
Hearing this, Mo Yun turned to look at Zhang Qiang.
He studied Zhang Qiang carefully several times before finally shaking his head. "Sorry, Brother Qiang. Your fate is complicated, as though shrouded in a thick fog. I really can't see through it..."
In truth, Mo Yun had racked his brains searching through his memories of novels from his previous life, but he hadn't found a name that matched Zhang Qiang.
A little dejected, Zhang Qiang sighed. "It's fine, it's fine. I'll just settle down and work diligently in the Spirit Herb Garden from now on."
His natural aptitude was average, as was his comprehension. Despite practicing martial arts for so long, he had made little progress. Watching his companions improve one after another left a bitter taste in his mouth, and he was beginning to want to give up trying.
Mo Yun patted his shoulder and said quietly, "The Spirit Herb Garden is pretty nice too. At least the work is