A dark forest formed from odd shaped black rocks.
As it turned dark, the Black Rock Island turned quite, devoid of any sound, which made it quite depressing.
In the stone wood, the Wind Thunder Lion was lying on the ground lazily, while gazing at He Qingman and Shi Yan standing in front of a dark stone,and watching the surroundings carefully.
"You'd better leave the Black Rock Island right away!" He Qingman appeared very serious, "You don't know the situation here, or the population of demon dwellers or their ability. You are merely at the Second Sky of Disaster Realm, and we won't have time to take care of you. Once we are in a battle with the demon dwellers, no one would be there to protect you."
As soon as He Qingman got off the Wind Thunder Lion, she tried to persuade Shi Yan to leave.
