It seemed that Ye Ling's words had frightened him, but after a moment he showed a hint of a mocking smile and sneered, "Young fellow, you really have some nerve! To claim you are his only Direct Disciple, do you not know that he has already perished?!"
"Furthermore, you said that he imprisoned me here as a punishment, but I do not feel there's anything for which I need to be punished. The things you're saying are simply nonsense!"
"Senior, I do not wish to argue with you any further. I just want to ask you, do you not wish to regain your freedom? Do you not want to see the light of day again?" Ye Ling gazed at the dragon turtle, speaking deliberately, word by word.
Upon hearing this, the dragon turtle's eyes bulged round, its huge body trembling slightly.
"You... you can really help me regain my freedom?" the dragon turtle asked with some doubt.
After all, Ye Ling was too young; at such a tender age, how could he possibly have such formidable strength.
