The Profound Turtle carried the True Martial Hall on its back.
Its entire body was shrouded in White Mist, mysterious and unfathomable, as if it were a mythical beast from ancient history. Everyone held their breath, the invisible pressure preventing them from acting presumptuously, especially since some had previously suggested blowing up White Mist Island; now they trembled even more.
Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint's gaze fell on the giant turtle, seemingly displeased. Had the turtle not suddenly pulled him into the White Mist, the dispute would have already ended.
However.
He glimpsed the giant turtle's protective intent towards Ning Qi, and a realization dawned on him.
"Long time no see," a weathered voice spoke. "You do not seem to be in a good state."
The blind old man frowned, sensing that the life force of the giant turtle was not as strong and exuberant as before, which was unusual. He glanced thoughtfully at Ning Qi.
The giant turtle raised its head:
