In the courtyard.
Jiang Li and Liuu Wanwan's gazes were drawn to the turtle on the ground.
Ever since the turtle had spoken, their eyes had not moved away.
"Ah Ning, how can this little turtle talk?" Jiang Li asked.
"You're the little turtle!!!" the turtle muttered under its breath.
With a thought, its body rapidly inflated until it was two or three pounds in size.
Seeing this, Jiang Li's eyes widened even more.
Jiang Ning looked down at the turtle and began to explain, "This old turtle is a small demon from Luoshui Lake that has gained spiritual awareness. Once awakened, it's natural for such a creature to speak human language."
"A small demon?" The astonishment on Jiang Li's face deepened.
He looked incredulously at the old turtle at Jiang Ning's feet.
Mythical creatures of legend were now alive before his very eyes.
After a moment,
he silently shook his head, suppressing the shock in his heart.
