On the peaceful, calm surface of the lake, the figure of a man and tortoise approached from a distance.
Ye Lingchen laid on the back of the tortoise, gazing at the sky. "Oh Old Tortoise, be honest with me. You've turned into a demon right? Also, how long have you been alive? Just wait until I've learned the tortoise language. I'll surely have a good long talk with you."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "Back then when Tang the Monk went on his journey to the West, were you the one that helped him across the river? If not you, then it's most likely your ancestor."
Old Tortoise let out a low growl. Even if Ye Lingchen had not learned the tortoise language, he could hear the resentment in its voice.
"Fine, fine. I've marked that island for you. When I'm rich, I'll definitely buy it. It's not the time to move over yet." Ye Lingchen smiled bitterly. He did not expect Old Tortoise to still be thinking about that incident.
