"The Dragon Turtle has already died." His voice carried a faint sorrow, "We shall enter its body to pay our respects, and incidentally see if Wen Liangyu can inherit its legacy." His old friend was of a gentle nature; if he had not already passed away, how could the Dragon Turtle's majesty spread throughout Heart Lake? Alas, he knew as soon as he dived in, it's just that without witnessing it with his own eyes, he inevitably held onto some hope.
Unfortunately, such a pleasant surprise never seems to happen to him.
The friendships among demons are really peculiar. Ning Xiaoxian stuck out her tongue, don't they find it rude to disturb the dead? But Changtian is the boss, what he says goes.
She walked forward a little bit and finally arrived above the giant turtle's head. She suppressed her anxiety and looked downward, afraid that the giant turtle might suddenly come to life and extend its head to swallow her whole...
