Pfft!
The Great Turtle exhaled through its nostrils.
The semi-transparent shell pieces flickered with light, green lines meandering and growing, sketching out the likeness of Longevity Mountain.
"Thank you!"
Liang Qu felt pleased.
A rusty iron sword isn't worth much, at best it could be melted down to make a kitchen knife.
But an iron sword that the Sword Saint had used when he first left his small village was something else entirely.
Moreover, with Prime General's brand marking its breath, it was enough to prove the turtle shell's extraordinary origin, not just any random dog or cat.
Tsk, tsk.
He patted the turtle's back.
"If you want to fuse with Long Qi again in the future, just come to me."
"Pfft," the Great Turtle scoffed, "I have condensed Four Seasons Long Qi for hundreds of years. To fuse it once more will certainly take no less than three Jiazi. Are you even going to live that long..."
Mid-sentence, the old turtle stopped itself.
