"Regretfully, I couldn’t find the five-colored soil, but god knows when Mount Tai could resuscitate with all the ancient trees full of blooming flowers."
Chu Feng was sitting in the cabin of his jumbo jet, and he could see the sceneries of the night sky through the glass window. From here, he was even closer to the stars which shone like diamonds.
It was indeed regretful for him. In the ancient books that were written during the post-civilization era, Mount Tai was called the origin of life. The soil and the vital substances that flowed beneath the soil were perfect nourishment for the cultivation of seeds, but Chu Feng had only had the chance to have his seed taken roots and sprouted once.
