Qing Lei shook his head, not wanting to comment further on the matter.
With a flick of his paw, the talisman runes on the dragon horn fell onto Feng Duo. He would first find the Scholar that Su He had mentioned, and then check out this so-called Evil-suppressing Taoist Palace.
For some reason, he felt a connection with the Dragon Turtle whenever he heard those four words.
...
In the mountain village, the heavy rain had turned into a drizzle, and Su He's rain had the effect of cleansing, purifying, and healing wounds. The villagers gradually woke up, stunned for a while, then suddenly someone remembered what had happened before. Their faces filled with terror, they exclaimed, "Turtle... Turtle!"
At that shout of "turtle," everyone remembered.
Looking around, nothing in the village had been lost. The only loss was Aunt Dong's son, who just happened to go into the mountains today—wait, what son of Aunt Dong?
