"Boy, how far is it from Ottawa?" Yang Ling looked around and asked.

"go back to my uncle. It's about 800000 Li in the southwest." Ask the boy.

"well, there are also many fairylands in the West Sea. The time before the conference is just for collecting herbs." Words fall, Yang Ling at the foot of the rise of multicolored aura, not hastily and slowly toward the flight. At the same time, spread the divine sense and explore the environment within thousands of miles.

although the number of fairylands in the West Sea is not the same as that in the East China Sea, it is enough for Yang Ling...