Laughter thundered, echoing through the ancient town.
They never would have expected this.
A palm-sized white turtle, its head retracted into its shell.
All that could be seen was a white shell.
No one could sense even a hint of life from it.
Even Nangong Bo and the other four Saints, standing right beside it, could only detect an endless, deathly stillness when they probed it with their Divine Thought.
It was no different from an inanimate object.
Besides, how could a living creature be stored in a Storage Bag?
"Haha... Jiang Jichen actually pulled out a turtle shell and called it his backing! That's hilarious!"
"You said it. Jiang Jichen is the dumbass of all dumbasses!"
"Well, at least he can give everyone a laugh before he dies. He's not completely useless."
"Yeah, using a dead turtle shell as his backing... this will definitely make the list of the Southern Continent's most bizarre jokes. After all, Jiang Jichen is already a celebrity of sorts!"
