Within these fields, peculiar crops were planted in an orderly fashion similar to canola fields, with fruits hanging from the branches that seemed on the cusp of ripeness.
All around was silent, save for the rustling footsteps of Xu Yuan and Li Qingyan.
After a moment,
Xu Yuan suddenly asked aloud,
"Qingyan, these crops can actually grow underground without sunlight; do you know what they are?"
Li Qingyan, while staying alert to her surroundings, replied softly,
"It's not about the crops; it's the soil. Beneath this abyss lies Centenary Soil."
"Centenary Soil?" Xu Yuan furrowed his brows.
"A type of soil that can cultivate precious medicinal herbs; it's quite valuable."
As she spoke, Li Qingyan winked at Xu Yuan in a half-joking manner, "Just like you said before, Prince Consort, if we get out, we could make a fortune just from the vast expanse of Centenary Soil beneath this abyss."
Xu Yuan was momentarily speechless, then sternly questioned,
