In the origin lake, the lake water rippled as it floated on the back of the giant whale. It was as if it had become a world of its own. The island was shrouded in dense spiritual energy, and it was extremely beautiful.
Lu Fan's white robe fluttered in the wind. He sat upright on the thousand blades chair and looked at the vast land.
Ning Zhao stood quietly behind him. The wind blew her long hair, and as it fluttered in the wind, it emitted a beautiful aura.
Ni Yu carried the black pot on her back. The Little Ying Dragon had climbed onto her head at some point in time. It lowered its head and looked at the vast world.
The sun shone down from the horizon. Spots of golden light seemed to cover the land in golden clothes.
"Send young master off."
There was still a voice coming from the Wolong Ridge.
However, it was gradually getting further and further away. It gradually disappeared and was barely audible.
