After Tao Yaoyao dies, her soul transmigrates to ancient times, but the world she finds is nothing like the one she knew about. Have you ever seen an ordinary person casually toss a 50- or 60-jin boulder one-handed without even breaking a sweat? Or jump more than ten meters into the air, then leap down from a tree over twenty meters tall and land steadily on their feet? She never saw anything like that in her previous life, but she sees it every day in this one.
What she finds hardest to accept is that the beasts here casually breathe fire, spray water, or shoot hail, while the trees run around wildly whenever they get upset. Is this really ancient times? None of it makes scientific sense. Is something wrong here? Tao Yaoyao watches the fruit trees crowd around her, frolicking and jostling to be her friend, and sighs. Even she herself has become abnormal: she can actually understand the language of trees now. Oh well, better fill her stomach first!
