C882 The Fragrance of the Orchid

It was noon.

In a remote and desolate place, at the top of a mountain.

The conical mountain was extremely shocking. Thick steam rose from the mountain, and the steam was very moist, with a smell that was unique to sulfur.

"Is there a hot spring here?"

Ning Rongrong asked curiously.

Xiaowu and Zhu Zhuqing also looked at it curiously