Xiaotou wailed while scrubbing his dirty and smelly lean body with a luffa sponge.
Outside the courtyard, Bai Qi smiled and instructed Ah Di to grind the pitch-black ripe Huangjing into powder, carefully wrapping it in oiled paper.
Every day, you can cook porridge or make soup, or mix it with clear water to swallow a dose; it's enough to replace three meals of meat.
This stuff is called "Immortal's Surplus Grain," allowing those cultivators who eat elixir and avoid grain to treat it as a meal.
It shows the mild drug properties and powerful effects.
"Brother, can you give Sparrow Immortal a good name?"
Bai Ming sat on a small stool, pushing the stone mill to grind medicine powder, remembering the promise he made to Huang Que'Er last night.
"How about Yun Jin?"
Bai Qi pondered seriously for a moment, and hearing Ah Di's description that the bird transformed into a girl draped in a colorful feather robe, it reminded him of a beautiful fabric he had seen in a past life.
