I've reserved a spot. The second chapter isn't ready yet.
I'll make the changes before one o'clock in the morning.
When the yellow withered leaves, green needle grass, and black soil were brushed aside, the exposure of the red soil to the air brought joy.
Red clay!
Bi Fang scooped up a handful of red clay, his face filled with delight, "The Blood-Sealing Throat Tree often grows in tropical monsoon forest regions, rooting in acidic bedrock such as granite, shale, sandstone, or on red soil. Just now, I saw there were no large rocks here, so I guessed there might be red clay underneath!"
Leonardo seemed stunned, murmuring, "There really is."
The moment the red clay was exposed before his eyes, Leonardo didn't feel joy, but an indescribable sense of relief.
Yes, relief.
If the deep, mysterious environment of the rainforest initially instilled a sense of fear, the sheer repetition of trees could make one feel frantic and headless.