"Oh, so you are just ordinary friends, hahaha, I guess it's just an old turtle's rambling, my apologies, Ling'er, my apologies!" the old turtle laughed heartily, his maw full of gleaming sharp teeth, clearly showing that this turtle demon wasn't as friendly as he appeared to be;
After giving Song Jian a meaningful glance, the old turtle shouted, "Hurry up, board the boat, if we wait any longer the winds will start, and it's very bad news if the winds come while we are on the Wangyue River!"
Lan Ling muttered softly, "He calls himself a boat and yet doesn't let others say it..."
Song Jian kept silent. During the journey, Lan Ling hadn't shown any intention of secrecy or concealment, speaking out whatever came to his mind. With just a few prompts from Song Jian, Lan Ling had blurted out everything about his home;
