The Iron Turtle has disappeared.
Vanished from where it stood, and reappeared four hundred miles away, reverted to its original form—a middle-aged man with an honest appearance, wearing a bamboo hat, carrying an iron pot on his back, and holding an iron jar in each hand, inside which were cooking two little turtles.
Its gaze was somewhat complex, watching Wang Wu slowly retract his Ice and Fire Flying Sword, then extending two additional hands to clasp fists in the direction of Wang Wu.
"I was careless! Close to three thousand years of cultivation, yet who would've thought I'd make a fool of myself today. It just goes to show there are always mountains beyond mountains, people beyond people. My friend, if I must die by your hand today, I will accept it with my heart and soul."
