Du Yu felt a stir in his heart: "You say, it belongs to another clan, are you rivals?"
Celestial Cyan Porcelain sighed: "Enemies, rivals... sometimes it's hard to tell."
As she spoke, Celestial Cyan Porcelain chuckled to herself: "Enemies from hundreds of years ago. Now, they should be friends, should be clan members."
As time passes, the world changes.
Friction and grudges have long vanished like the wind.
If the Dragon Turtle Race hasn't gone extinct, if they truly lived to this day...
Indeed, they should be friends, should be clan members.
After all, the only difference was color, not any essential racial distinction.
Du Yu proposed: "Should we go understand the specific story of how the ancestors of the Yu Family were saved?
See if we can find this branch of the Dragon Turtle clan?"
"No need, we won't search anymore." Surprisingly, Celestial Cyan Porcelain's response was decisive, "I have a home."
