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
