"What caused the pollution?"
Lin Qingluo's pupils dimmed: "Could it be someone poisoned it on purpose?"
"Not a person."
Little Kingfisher responded quickly: "It's a white snake that has developed wisdom, causing trouble on purpose, and dripped its poison into the underground river."
"It must be sick!"
Lin Qingluo was annoyed: "It's not easy to develop wisdom, why doesn't it hide in the deep mountain swamp and cultivate itself, striving for a transformation into a Flood Dragon, instead of hiding in the dark river to harm people?"
"In the underground river, there is a Snake Saliva Grass that is about to mature, blossom and bear fruit."
Little Kingfisher made a guess: "Maybe it covets the Snake Saliva Grass, hides in the dark river, gets bored, and causes trouble on purpose to pass the time."
"Oh come on, this is really happening!"
Lin Qingluo almost spat out her tea.
"Master, no matter what its intentions are,"