That's all there is!
Long Fei drank a bowl with the Fourth Prince, not pondering further on the prince's intentions.
A true gentleman's friendship doesn't involve such trivial concerns.
After three bowls of liquor, the Fourth Prince took his leave.
Long Fei, however, obtained a treasure, piecing together the turtle shell fragments he brought.
Back then, the Mystic Turtle's shell shattered and scattered across the spiritual ore mine.
By various strokes of luck, it was reassembled.
Long Fei glanced at it after piecing it together, noticing a small part still missing.
The mystic patterns on it were unique, seemingly layered over time, not formed in a day.
Long Fei raised an eyebrow, inwardly noting that during the evolution of the Black Tortoise Clan, the bone patterns also undergo changes.
From simple to complex, from small to large.
Finally forming into a sudden mosaic of 13 squares, five in the middle, flanked by four on each side.
