Sang Han appeared indifferent, saying, "It's just a small matter. You all are making a big deal out of nothing. Just three little fish, killed and that's it. What are they worth? How could they possibly compare to any of you here?"
Shaking his head with a hint of amusement, Sang Han continued, "Honestly, I don't quite understand why people of your status and strength would mingle with a few small fish like them."
"What do you mean by that?" The Seven-Pattern Divine Turtle frowned and asked.
Shrugging, Sang Han replied, "Isn't it obvious? Look at you, the Seven-Pattern Divine Turtle, the power of those divine patterns on your body probably has never been fully unleashed. Though I'm stronger than you, killing you would come at a great cost, and I might even be severely injured. We don't have any deep-seated hatred, so why would I seek trouble for myself?"
"Hmph! At least you know that," the Seven-Pattern Divine Turtle snorted coldly.
