"Do you still remember the kinds of plants that absorbed nature's spiritual energy with you at that time?" Yun Qi asked.
"Oh, I can't quite recall. Since we weren't on good terms, we all had to root in the soil, absorbing sunlight and rain. The soil on our mountain wasn't fertile, and there wasn't much sunlight either, so competition was fierce. Don't think that plants are peaceful, we've always been competing among ourselves—fighting for space, nutrients, sunlight... I think you can see, as a rare wild rose on that mountain, both beautiful and thorny, my little companions were actually very jealous of me."
Zhang Jiatong said, dramatically brushing her hair, looking like a drama queen possessed.
Yun Qiuce: "Are you sure your little companions are jealous of you, and not sarcastically mocking you from the heart?"
Zhang Jiatong rolled her eyes mournfully.
Yun Qi said again: "Then let me help you remember."
Saying that, she listed a few names of the Flower and Grass Demons.
