After eating his fill, Ye Wudao rested for a while, then stood up, squinted at his surroundings, took a few steps to the side, and arrived at the edge of a cliff where he stretched lazily. He sighed contentedly, "The air up in the mountains is simply wonderful, unlike the city. The air in the city is filled with pollution. But the mountains have their shortcomings as well, otherwise, there would be no need for Ye Wudao to have come out."
Ye Wudao stretched, and just as he intended to walk back, he suddenly spotted a pine tree on the face of the cliff. No, it was more accurate to say half a pine tree because one side of it was charred while the other continued to grow lush and vigorously. It was quite strange that it could survive in such a condition.
