"Emma!" Just at that moment, the lake's surface was disturbed yet again by a wave, but it was far smaller than the commotion Beiting Huang had caused. A large black turtle poked its head out of the water, cursing angrily, "Who is it? Who disturbed my lair? You little punk, show yourself!"
Atop the turtle's head was a hat fashioned out of a lotus leaf, sitting askew. Its eyes, small as mung beans, scanned around. Qiong Qi and the others had already hidden away by the time the turtle appeared; at that moment, within a few zhang of the lake's surface, only Beiting Huang and Yan Ye remained.
