Qing's claws scratched at the air, trying to yank the White Spirit out of that Talisman Rune and give it a good beating.
This turtle must be seriously ill!
All I did was show it a glimpse of the entrance to the secret land, without even mentioning where it was! Do all entrances to secret lands look alike?
Could it be that I am expected to learn divination and cast my own fortunes?
It's tough on the turtle, not something that can be achieved in a short time. Just understanding the experiences recorded in this Talisman Rune would likely take thousands of years.
As Qing stood there dumbfounded, the Talisman Rune flickered, its shattered images rewinding and coalescing. The White Spirit reappeared. With a push of its front paws, it sat cross-legged again, its face full of annoyance: "Forgot, you're too young, too inexperienced. You don't even know what this place is. As your older sister, I'll be generous. Every year, I'll give you a free divination with these symbols."
