After stretching his back, Tang Zhen yawned as he walked out of the treehouse. He was in good spirits.
The morning in the sacred Dragon Valley was very beautiful. Even Tang Zhen, who had lived here for a long time, was once again deeply intoxicated by this beautiful scenery.
After admiring the scenery for a while, Tang Zhen stepped on the several meters wide branch of the mother tree and slid down a vine to the ground.
In the Holy Dragon City square, a large group of burly men were talking and laughing non-stop as they moved fishing nets and small boats to the carriage.
They were all prisoners and survivors with fishing experience and had now become full-time fishermen in the Holy Dragon City.
The various fishing nets purchased by Tang Zhen were treated as treasures by them. They were very careful when transporting them, afraid that they would damage these extremely exquisite things.
