The island was in ruins. Fog covered the area, and there was no sign of life. It looked like a dead region.
Tip-tap.
The sound of footsteps was suddenly heard, and a shapely girl was bouncing around. She was lively and energetic. She jumped onto a rock, lifted up her hand to her eyes, and looked into the distance. She curled up her lips when she saw that the surroundings were so quiet.
"I have come so far, but I have not seen anything…" Lin Jing muttered to herself. She was protected from the poisonous fog by a thin film. The Dragon Island was much bigger than the Wind Island, and she could only move on slowly, as the poisonous fog had blocked off her perception.
Lin Jing had not reaped any harvest so far.
