"The third disciple?" Black Tortoise looked at Musen with confusion. In his memory, he had never heard of ancestor of martial arts ever accepting any disciple. Then he asked, "Master, do I have a senior fellow apprentice or asenior sister?" If he was the third, there must be another two disciples before him.
Stroking his head, Musen laughed and said, "You have two seniors, but you can't see them until the moment is right. At that time, you will meet each other naturally. Well, look! This is a gift for you." A turtle shell, the size of a palm, suddenly appeared in his hands.
When Black Tortoise saw the turtle shell, a sense of kinship rose inside him. He said, "Master, it ... " The turtle shell became a flowing light into his body. Black Tortoise was alarmed. "Master, what's going on? How could it get into my body?"
