Suddenly, a golden light erupted from Lin Xuan's eyes. He looked down, and the dense fog seemed to have instantly disappeared.
The scenery below slowly became much clearer.
Sure enough, he arrived on the mountain. In the middle of the mountainside and the mountaintop, the fruit trees below were covered in spiritual fruits, and the branches were bent from the pressure.
If they plucked all of them, the baby dragon would not have to worry about food at all.
Lin Xuan looked up the mountain and did not see the ancestor. He could not help but feel a little strange. The ancestor should be in front of him!
He had followed the ancestor all the way and did not exceed him. Could it be that the ancestor had gone back?
After Lin Xuan searched carefully on the mountain and did not see the ancestor, he could not help but focus on the back.
The natural eye light could reflect everything in the surroundings in his mind.
