After preparing the fishing line, Chen Yang got up, found a branch nearby, and started digging the soil.
The crack in the rocks was too narrow, making it impossible to reach a hand inside to grab anything directly. So, he came up with a plan to dig out the soil beneath the crack and then pull it out directly.
Chen Yang held the branch and kept digging, his eyes fixed intently on the thing's leaves and branches, vigilant against it slipping away right under his nose.
He continued digging for about ten minutes or so.
At first, the thing remained motionless, as if it had always been rooted there.
But as Chen Yang dug closer and closer, it finally began to stir.
Its leaves and flower crown swayed back and forth, as if blown by a breeze. But there wasn't any wind in the crevice, so where was this movement coming from?
Noticing the movement, Chen Yang's alertness immediately heightened.