"Mr. Gui, what's wrong with you, why are you crying?"
An old turtle spoke human language, tears streaming down, which made people very strange, even the Beast Emperor, with a transcendent nature, couldn't bear to watch.
"Little duckling, the master is defying fate to return, aren't you excited?" Mr. Gui said.
"Master?" The Beast Emperor was stunned.
The Beast Emperor had lost a segment of memory, leaving him often uncertain and not knowing where he was born.
However, deep in his memory, there was a picture of a little duck swimming in the lake, and someone on the shore throwing divine fruit, raising him bit by bit.
Was that his master?!
"You all quickly release the master!" Mr. Gui roared at a group of ancient trees.
"Mr. Gui..." a group of ancient trees said with difficulty.
Mr. Gui babbled a lot, they didn't understand a word, Master?
They were ancient trees nurtured by the heavens and the earth, extremely defying at birth, how could there be a master?
