The Longevity Mountain soared.
The Turtle Tail meandered.
Everyone gaped in astonishment.
What was going on?
What had happened?
The treasure that prolonged the Martial Saint by a thousand years?
"Frog Duke, let's go!"
Liang Qu beckoned.
Since entering Treasure Mountain, one must carry a Compass for treasure hunting.
The Old Toad, thrilled and elated, puffed out its round belly and climbed up the Turtle Tail with pride, trailing moisture all the way to the base of Longevity Mountain.
The night was hazy.
The tides washed over the turtle shell.
Liang Qu stepped onto the rocky ground, a stream of water trailing behind him from his Controlling Water, allowing a hand to be immersed for easy access to Divine Skills for a swift escape; all the while, he did not feel any life force being drained.
The Old Toad seemed fine as well.
It turned out to be an active skill...
"Don't dawdle."
The Great Turtle urged impatiently.
