Old Mr. Siming flipped over the high wall and leapt down, throwing out the Mystic Turtle Dharma Form at the moment of descent, landing like a knight.
The old man sat precisely on the turtle's shell, bounced onto the ground, and then stumbled forward a few steps before steadied himself. His face was somewhat pale; he didn't intend to see the outcome of such past matters.
So he planned to avoid it.
Li Guanyi could be considered half a family member, so it was appropriate for him to watch.
The old man had no interest in other people's family affairs.
Just then, turning around, he saw smoke rising in the distance, his expression changed drastically. Riding the Mystic Turtle, he hurried over to see, and lo and behold, troops from different tribes were coming here from all directions, their eyes red with fury.
