Ang took a telescope from his robes and trained it tightly on the wetland.
Through the lenses, flying magical beasts circled in the sky, sometimes playing, sometimes tangling in battle, brimming with vitality.
Yet none of these scenes gave him much useful information.
Every inch of the wetland in his view seemed entirely normal. Ang slowly lowered the telescope, but the doubts in his heart had not fully faded.
He turned to glance at the anchor beside him. After dropping it into the sea, he took out the Magic Broom.
With a light jump, he quickly rose into the air and flew toward the wetland.
The wind howled past his ears, and the scenery in the air became increasingly blurred. Only the wetland below gradually came into focus. After flying for more than twenty minutes, Ang finally reached the skies above it.
However, just as he was preparing to carefully observe the surroundings, a flying magical beast suddenly entered his sight.
The magical beast was enormous. Each beat of its wings kicked up fierce gusts as it charged straight at Ang.
It had clearly discovered him and was flying in his direction.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ang immediately changed course and flew swiftly toward the nearby mainland.
He flew at tremendous speed, but the magical beast behind him pursued relentlessly, nearly brushing against his back.
After several sharp turns in succession, Ang finally vanished into the dense forest. The magical beast circled at the forest's edge for a while before ultimately abandoning the chase and gradually flying away.
Ang landed steadily, lightly jumped off the broom, and looked around.
The forest here was dense and deep, and the surrounding trees were all covered in a mysterious shade of red. There were many varieties of red trees. In this small stretch