Not long after,
Jiang Ning returned home.
After briefly informing Lv Yi, he went to the pond in his courtyard and fished out the Old Turtle.
At this moment, the Old Turtle was only the size of a palm, its head and limbs all retracted into its shell, obviously different from any ordinary turtle.
Because a normal turtle can't do this.
Only a true turtle can retract its head and limbs into its shell.
"He sure can sleep!"
After being scooped out of the water by Jiang Ning, the Old Turtle still didn't move an inch.
Seeing this, Jiang Ning chuckled and instantly gathered flames.
The flames toasted just beneath the Old Turtle's belly.
"I'm on fire—"
The Old Turtle sprang up instantly, leaping dozens of feet high.
In the air, it stretched out its head and saw Jiang Ning with a vaguely amused expression.
"Master!" The Old Turtle's tone was full of flattery.
"How much has your Dao improved?"
