Ao Tong frolicked joyfully in the Dragon Abyss Marsh, twisting and turning as its movements stirred up monstrous waves and rolling Demon Clouds.
Fortunately, the Spirit Paper Island was located in the southwest of the marsh, where only a few small volcanic islands lay scattered within a radius of three hundred miles. These islands, scorched by eternal flames and suffused with turbulent Evil Qi, were unbearable for Cultivators, leaving the area desolate and rarely visited.
Even the largest nearby island, Red Cloud Island, had been quiet and undisturbed. Since Wang Pan's demise, the Wang Family clansmen had been instructed not to leave the island casually. Thus, even the most raucous commotion failed to draw attention.
With Ao Tong now recognizing its master, Zhang Yan had no fear of it running away. Should it wander too far, he needed only to summon it back in his mind. Thinking thus, he allowed it to revel freely and returned to his Cave Mansion without concern.