Old Turtle was of a tiny stature. He was much smaller than Coffin Man. His back was bent at an angle and even with the help of a walking stick, he was shaking all over.
"Since Appraiser Lin isn't home, I guess this is my fate," Old Turtle commented in a hoarse voice. All these years he had suffered too much. Just like Madam Ghost Child and Coffin Man, he had used a taboo art - symbiosis, to keep his pet beast alive.
However, as his capability and cultivation level were below Ghost Child and Old Coffin's, the effect on him was great, so great that he was on death's door.
Old Turtle even had a feeling he may not be able to see the light of day.
Old Coffin looked dispirited as well. He had brought Old Turtle all the way to Maple City, hoping that Appraiser Lin could save him. Who wouldn't feel bad for walking away empty-handed in such a situation?
