From several hundred feet in the air, everyone saw a clear piece of land with green grass and chirping birds. Several waterfalls created a beautiful scene. The Forest Moon Clan was situated next to a river shaped like a crescent moon, and its territory was much more beautiful than the Broken Moon Clan's. This was just the difference from the air - the real difference was the aura of the land. All the Clans gathered there to help their cultivation and give them a better chance of advancing. The Forest Moon Clan was one of the strongest Clans, whereas the Broken Moon Clan was one of the weakest.
When they entered the territory of the Forest Moon Clan, the expressions of the Elders turned serious. A silver-haired Elder greeted them.
"Friends of the Broken Moon Clan, welcome."
He was wearing long sleeves and radiated an aura just below Mr. Hayden's.
"Greetings, Elder Max."