"You want my assistance? Sir, have you by any chance been cultivating a Skill until you've gone mad with power, causing injury to your head?"
Fang Xi sneered, "During my recent descent to the Mortal World, the war between the Monster Clan and the human race was a matter of life and death for each side. Although I managed to gain some benefits amidst the great war, why would I want to help your Monster Clan?"
"Within the Monster Clan, there are different tribes. My Profound Turtle Clan has never shown much interest in descending to the Mortal World, nor have we ever harmed Human Cultivators. Yet, your human race insists on making trouble for us. The Ice God Palace has pressed us too hard!"
The voice of the hunchbacked elder in black was icy cold, carrying a hint of murderous intent.
Fang Xi fell silent, knowing the other party was right; the Profound Turtle Clan indeed seemed never to have invaded the Mortal Realm.
