Turtle Refiner rubbed his hands, his eyes gleaming: "I mean it... Chief, why not send some more high-level craftsman Turtle-men to join the Demon Sect? Our tribe's Craftsman Masters are quite limited, right? Send them all over!"
"Don't you want more Great Grandmasters?!"
Turtle-man Number 1, named Gui Zheng, has been managing the Turtle Civilization for so many years. He has never seen such an absurd thing; can Mythical Items really be mass-produced? What kind of Pangu joke is this!
His first reaction was that these two turtles must have something wrong with their mental state. But on careful inspection, their eyes were bright, their faces joyful, seemingly bearing no traces of insanity. He murmured internally: "Could it be that the new [Jade] is truly so magical? I don't buy it. These two guys must have been hoodwinked, right?"
The Divine Skills under heaven are as numerous as the carp crossing the river, and those swindling abilities naturally exist too.
