Someone learned the art of the Turtle Shell from the Xuanli chapter of the Heavenly Book, and with it, he established Turtle Serpent Island, a Great Sect with a significant reputation in the Nether Sun Country — even more ancient than the heritage of the Shangyuan Sect.
And Yang Zhen now possessed a complete Xuanli chapter. If word got out, wouldn't all the practitioners in the world hunt him down?
"Lay low, lay low, I need to lay low!" mumbled Yang Zhen as he sat down to one side.
Su Qingyu gave Yang Zhen a puzzled look and sat down beside him, "What are you talking about, Young Master Yang?"
Yang Zhen shook his head and replied, "Nothing much. Just recalling how our village idiot, Second Dog, used to ramble all day about some mystic nonsense that seems related to this formation. Let me think and don't disturb me."
Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, the anxious crowd almost rushed over to kick Yang Zhen.
