r in black, both wearing veils that obscured their faces. They were silent and imposing, the atmosphere thick with tension."What's this It feels... the atmosphere is so intense!""Hold on, let's see wh...The legend of the carp-turned-swallow Jingwei is from Mount Jiufeng, not here. But because the goddess lived here, Jingwei would come to rest whenever she flew and got tired.

Lü Cheng listened to a girl explaining something while looking around the environment.

Here, towering trees stretch thousands of feet into the sky. Underneath their leafy canopy, feathered girls weave through the forest. Some are harvesting, others planting, and some form small groups of three or five, flapping their wings as they flit past.

The magical explosion ripped across the island."Ah! What's happening!" the reporter exclaimed, followed by a surge of immense energy that created a no-fly zone.The surrounding reporters and flying mounts...