Hu Xiaodong obediently bent down, picked up an object, and then raised it high. On the one hand, he resumed the previous action of raising his hands, and on the other hand, he temporarily showed what was in his hand to Lu Xi'an and Yao Wei.
Lu Xi'an and Yao Wei focused their eyes and saw that Hu Xiaodong was indeed holding a large shell.
The shell was fan-shaped, dull black, and unremarkable on its own, not particularly outstanding. However, the magical thing was, the inside of the shell was emitting light, which made the black surface appear a bit bright.
"Is this okay? Touching it makes people dizzy and a little weak. I'm having some trouble holding it up."
Hu Xiaodong suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of fatigue.
Lu Xi'an said, "Then why are you showing it to us?"
Hu Xiaodong replied, "But it seems useful. When we found the old turtle, it was lying on it sleeping, the blood had stopped flowing, and new flesh was bubbling on the wound on its head.
