The next day.
"Thirty-Eight, the master has to go out for a bit. Another senior brother will take care of you for a while. Please, don't cause any trouble," Zhang Jing's voice suddenly resounded in the spiritual beasts' room.
Lu Thirty-Eight, who was deep in sleep, was jolted awake.
Upon hearing the voice, it involuntarily retracted its neck and solemnly replied, "Understood, Master."
...
In the center of Longze Lake.
This place was enveloped in boundless, dense fog all year round. Light could not pass through it, and wind could not disperse it.
Extremely bizarre.
But today.
The surging fog gradually dissipated, revealing the scenery within.
It was a massive island with a diameter of nearly a hundred miles.
