Hearing Su Dai's words, Jiang Yan's eyes suddenly lit up:
"Soil? I know a place where there's some!"
She remembered the times when during the high temperatures, she had descended from the rooftops of the buildings in her jet-powered flight suit.
There were several flower beds up there.
At that time, the flowers and trees in the flower beds had all dried to death, but the soil remained.
Now, no matter how heavy the rain, it was impossible for all the soil in the flower beds to be washed away. There should still be some left.
It had just turned into a muddy form, and would take some effort to retrieve.
"Where?" Su Dai was stunned.
The torrential rain outside was flooding everything, submerged under tens of meters of water.
"The rooftop of this building," Jiang Yan said mystically, pointing upwards.
Su Dai was even more surprised: "The rooftop?"
