Upon seeing Keke's interest, Xiao Chen immediately wanted to buy the white-shelled little turtle. He knew that the snow-white little beast had always been a bane to Spiritual Essence. Its vision had always been unique. It probably could see the extraordinary in the little turtle. How else could it be so intrigued, flipping and turning it over to inspect?
However, to avoid drawing the seller's attention, Xiao Chen laughed heartily and said, "I have been looking for a long time and finally found a white-shelled turtle. Ha-ha, turtle soup is a great tonic, you know."
The little white turtle on the ground quivered visibly, seemingly frightened, but no one else noticed.
A few potential buyers who had just gathered were immediately disinterested by his words and retreated. The seller rolled his eyes dismissively and responded weakly, "Young man, what I'm selling here is a fighting beast, not medicine. You might be in the wrong place."
