"Is this Demon Dragon Island?"
Demon Dragon Island, within the island.
Ye Hanjun lifts his head, surveying the scenery all around him.
Ahead, a half-rotted fruit tree towers high into the clouds, the decomposing fruits littering the ground.
Flies the size of fists hover and dance, their buzzing extremely noisy.
In the distance, a few demon monkeys were chasing and playing with each other.
Sensing the presence of Ye Hanjun, they beat their chests and stamp their feet, making various strange calls in an attempt to frighten him away with their noise.
Finding it to be utterly useless, they turn and run without a hint of hesitation.
"Indeed a paradise of life..."
Ignoring the fleeing demon monkeys, Ye Hanjun gently rubs the rough surface of a tree trunk.
These trees, their real age exceeds his by a hundred-fold.
As for the fern-like plants, they grow everywhere.
