Inner Formation.
Two simple stone cottages, a medicinal field spanning four to five acres, all plain and unadorned.
In the small square in front of the stone cottages, Chancellor Turtle was imploring the eagle and tiger beasts to eat more century-old Spirit Ginseng so as not to lack in vital essence replenishment.
"Golden Lord, just take a bite!"
"Black Lord, let's stew the Spirit Ginseng in meat porridge, give it a taste!"
The body of the eagle demon was mostly golden yellow, and it glanced at Chancellor Turtle with cold eyes, finding it extremely noisy; with a sweep of its wings, it knocked the turtle to the ground.
The tiger demon's body was pitch black without a single other color. Seeing Chancellor Turtle upside down, it playfully flicked him.
The turtle shell spun rapidly and only after a long while did it slowly come to a stop. Chancellor Turtle's mung bean eyes were still spinning, and his consciousness was on the verge of collapse.
