"Alas... Master Turtle has already been extremely benevolent..." Duomu drooped his eyelids, feeling conflicted.
The warmth and cold of human feelings are like drinking water; only the drinker knows if it's hot or cold.
No concept of time exists in the mountains, as the cold passes, the years go unnoticed.
The villagers were forcibly sent down the mountain, leaving the mountain increasingly lonely.
Having witnessed the humanitarian disasters at the foot of the mountain many times, one becomes gradually numb.
This period was rather leisurely; Lu Yuan and the Undying Giant Turtle had grown somewhat, and with no outsiders on the mountain, the two were allowed to play there.
And the Mo Sect housed many exotic beasts, each occupying its own territory.
The Undying Giant Turtle, with its loud voice, had continuously failed in fights, never winning a single battle, and could only act as Lu Yuan's lackey, bellowing behind him.
