C99 The Night of Verdant Cloud Monastery

In the middle of the moon, insects chirp.

Ancient trees were dense, vines were covering the sky, and mottled moon shadows scattered down.

Hundreds of pots of orchids bloomed quietly like Tingting's young lady. Wherever the breeze passed, a faint fragrance would be sent over.

If not for the surging sound of water flowing down from the Green Cloud Waterfall