Fang Qiu looked in the direction Old Yang was pointing.
He saw a kind of green plant with stems like bamboo joints. Some of them grew in the wet soil, and some grew in rock cracks. They looked like grass in a forest.
He looked around.
He found that the area was surprisingly flat as if it had been naturally formed there. If Fang Qiu went upwards, he could see more dendrobes, but if he ventured further, the terrain would be rugged.
"The air here is really good," Fang Qiu said emotionally.
He had intended to say that the Qi of Heaven and Earth was abundant here, but the words had changed on their way to his mouth.
"Yeah, the unique features of a local environment always give special characteristics to its inhabitants."
Old Yang nodded in agreement and said, "Dendrobe is one of the nine
