When Su Ming saw their actions, he frowned slightly, then waved at the turtle in the air.
"Come down first."
Once they heard Su Ming's words, the turtle and the little Golden Dragon, who had been flying in the air, flew toward him.
"Yaya!"
What was this place? Why did it look so strange?
When Su Ming heard its words, he swept his gaze across the area and quickly took in the entire scene around him.
The situation and scenery here were similar to when Su Ming first entered the elf tribe. It looked peaceful.
Birds sang and flowers bloomed. Squirrels and rabbits ran past them continuously on the ground, casting curious looks at Su Ming and his group.
In the forest far away, there were also deers sizing them up.
Not far in front of him was a river bank, and the wind blew the river water.
Just as Su Ming was thinking about this, he felt the movement of a teleportation gate behind him.