"Young Master, I have done as you ordered!"
Before Feng Qing'an lay a palm-sized turtle shell. Not far away stood an obedient Gui Prime Minister, who seemed prepared for his next order.
"Did you catch it already?"
Feng Qing'an looked at the elderly turtle who had been gone for less than two hours and couldn't help but be surprised. It was hard to associate such swift efficiency with the ordinarily slow-paced Turtle Clan.
It was evident that the old turtle was not keen on taking the Water Mansion Monarch position, as if it was a hot potato instead of a position that could grant longevity and control over a river, implying the power of an Earth Spirit.
"The Princess that you are looking for is in it, Young Master, you just need to lift the turtle plastron to see her!"
