Mo Lanyou reclined lazily in the chairman's seat at the conference table.
"...I'm very interested in this plant machine."
In his mind, the Ancient Immortal, with white hair and beard, in the tidy Immortal Hall, also opened his eyes wide, looking into the meeting room.
Professor Zhang and Chairman Chen Shu exchanged a glance, pondered for a moment, and spoke.
"That thing, give it to you..."
Mo Lanyou's eyes lit up!
"...is definitely impossible!"
Mo Lanyou's smile froze.
Professor Zhang explained.
"That machine has been used intensively, and so far, it has helped us find more than twenty kinds of Immortal Grass.
"You are an expert on the Alchemy Path, you should understand the significance of this.
"These more than twenty kinds of Immortal Grass, although of low sequence, are Immortal Grass of the current world, capable of being grown in the mundane earth!
"This is more meaningful than the Immortal Grass in dreams!
"So, that machine... can't be given to you.
