After the old man with the goatee was sent flying, his back crashed against a rock, and his body slid to the foot of the mountain, his internal organs felt as if they had shifted, causing him immense pain.
However, when he saw Fan Dao'ai's expression as she looked at Wang Yan, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock.
Is this still the lofty Fan Saint?
Why does her demeanor resemble not that of the Demon Saint ruling Youlan Island, but more like those women of ill repute from Japan's red-light district?
Wang Yan sat atop the giant wolf, not even sparing Fan Dao'ai a glance, instead looking beyond her towards Youlan Island.
He saw that Youlan Island was vast, with lush green trees from which glimpses of crystal palaces emerged.
Moreover, at the very center of the island, there was a blue lake, like a jewel embedded in the middle of the island.
