The ocean.
Again, the ocean.
Long Long had no particular feelings for the ocean, because Luo Yan had spent too long in the East Sea of another world.
However, it was probably the first time the little fox had seen the sea, so much so that she was still excitedly running barefoot around the beach at dusk.
Long Long flew around the huge tree several times on his Flying Sword, thoroughly scouting the surrounding environment.
There were no noteworthy demonic beasts.
Indeed, other than this huge tree, there were no other demonic beasts on the island.
Strangely, from the branches to the top of the tree canopy, there were uniformly styled man-made buildings everywhere, clearly suggesting that a Sect Residence had once been here.
Or rather, it might have been the territory of a demonic beast clan.
Considering the ambiguous stance of the Golden Crow clan, he had roughly guessed the vague answer.