At that moment.
By the side of a small creek elsewhere.
The old turtle stood in the water, occasionally reaching out its claws to precisely capture a fat fish and directly gulped it down.
Sun Wukong arrived, but he did not disturb the turtle; instead, he watched with great interest.
From the old turtle, he sensed an unusual steadiness.
Methodical and natural, it was a casualness nearing the way of the Tao.
Most importantly, he felt tranquility, similar to the sense of peace from a past life.
"Having followed me for so long, why not come over and sit, and share a meal together?" the old turtle invited.
It was very peaceful, merely an invitation between friends, which Sun Wukong greatly appreciated.
"Heh heh, you're an interesting one, old turtle!"
Sun Wukong leapt out of the bushes, approached the old turtle, and looked at him with eyes full of curiosity.
He said, "I feel your aura is very ancient, probably from some ancient lineage."
"Indeed!"
