Mu Qingli climbed up the mountain along the stream, and kept asking the flowers and plants in the mountains why it was so dry here.
We didn't get any clues and have no idea what happened. Maybe it was a natural disaster.
After Mu Qingli could no longer see the villagers, she quickly ran to the top of the mountain.
The closer she got to the top of the mountain, the more comfortable she felt. It was as if some kind of spiritual energy in the mountains was drilling into her pores, especially her wood-related abilities, which were like a fish in water, growing even faster than absorbing crystal cores.
The wood spirit energy became more and more condensed, and there was a feeling of improvement. The speed of condensing the wood spirit liquid also increased.
Mu Qingli couldn't help but look around. The flowers, plants and trees around her were all wilted due to the drought, and they looked listless. There was nothing special about them.
Mu Qingli frowned. What was going on? Aren't the flowers, plants, and trees supposed to be greener and more lush in places with abundant spiritual energy?
Mu Qingli climbed higher and higher, and the mountain became cooler and cooler, even a bit chilly, and the flowers, plants and trees gradually began to show signs of life.
"Huh? Why doesn't this mountain look like it's short of water?" Mu Qingli said as she continued climbing. She wanted to climb to the top of the mountain to take a look.
"Hiss! It's so cold!" The higher Mu Qingli went, the colder she felt, even freezing. She couldn't help but take out a coat from the space and put it on.
"This mountain doesn't look very high, nor is it a snowy mountain. Where does the stream water come from? It's most likely a mountain spring. Why is it so cold? There's no snow to be seen!" Mu Qingli climbed along the dry stream, muttering to himself as he walked.
As she walked, she carefully explored the front, wondering what was so special about this mountain.
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