The scene before his eyes flashed and Tang Zhen appeared near a sea of flowers. The surroundings were filled with pavilions and ancient trees that were verdant and glistening.
Although the environment looked very unfamiliar, Tang Zhen knew that he was still on the fate Island.
If it was any other place, there would definitely not be such a harsh beauty, almost without any flaws.
The Wheel of Destiny seemed to have a special fetish. It didn't allow anything with an ugly appearance to exist on the island of destiny, even the residents of the island of destiny.
At this time, a group of small elves were dancing in the flowers. Their figures were beautiful, and their expressions were very happy, as if nothing could bring them trouble.
Not far away, there was a five-colored Pavilion that looked like a blooming flower. A woman in white sat quietly by the railing, seemingly intoxicated by the beautiful scenery.
