The sky above Fox Mountain was, as usual, shrouded in thick clouds.
The howling wind blew into the Bronze Hall, passing through the hole in the roof.
Bai Mo sat behind the Bronze Table, in the vast hall, studying a medical prescription. Occasionally, he would look up at the plant machine beside him, checking the Roadside Flower in the middle of the machine.
He noticed the Roadside Flower had already grown three leaves.
And the machine's external eight ears were slightly red, swollen, and trembling. Apparently, after attending a committee meeting and a banquet, the machine had listened to too much heartfelt talk, causing all eight ears to overwork and overload...
"Well, let the machine rest for a few days.
"In a few days, once the machine has rested and the committee holds a major event, we can eavesdrop on the heartfelt voices again."
Everything on Fox Mountain was running smoothly.
Occasionally, apprentices would deliver mature herbs.
