Black Mountain was struck with fierce wind and heavy rain; on the other side of the mountain, separated just by the White Dragon Pond, the wind was wild and the rain ruthless, nearly a thousand trees snapping in half at their waists. Falling rocks tumbled down like hail, and a massive torrent of muddy water rolled down from the mountain top.
"Damn, it's a mudslide." Yezi caught his breath, and upon closer inspection, he too was startled. The mountain slopes were steep, and during the rainy season, it was very prone to landslides and mudslides, but in the past few years, both villages had responded to the government's call to plant many trees. How could the trees on Leigong Mountain be so vulnerable?
Yezi was unaware, but Xiao Xian had a vague idea. For the sake of building the dam, at the steepest part of the mountain waist, which used to be Zhu Shijun's training ground, a stone dam had been constructed. A large number of trees had been cut down, including that Dragon Tree.
