The mysterious trail of smoke suddenly piqued Huang Yi's interest. Besides, the Little Dragon had been flying for a day and was somewhat tired, needing rest. Huang Yi also needed to eat to avoid entering a state of hunger.
Huang Yi retracted the Little Dragon and flew directly towards the place where the smoke rose, deciding to see for himself who that person was.
At this moment, the evening clouds on the horizon were dyed with a golden glow that stretched for thousands of miles. The occasional roar of beasts came from the forest below, spreading in every direction. Huang Yi's body moved through the golden afterglow, slowly descending through the gaps in the tree leaves, gently touching down on the ground.
This forest was filled with towering trees, through which the slanting rays of the sunset streamed in, casting golden beams of light—beautiful and peaceful. Huang Yi stepped through the underbrush, walking toward the direction the smoke was coming from.
