Gu Yuan untied the burlap and released the old tortoise.
The limbs and head of the old tortoise slowly emerged from its shell. Its pair of dark, bright eyes just glanced at him, without the slightest panic or fear, instead, it was very calm and indifferent.
The feeling Gu Yuan had was that it didn't seem like a tortoise, but more like an old man who has seen the vicissitudes of life, tranquil and easygoing.
People gain wisdom as they age, and so do animals; the longer they live, the wiser they become.
Especially this old tortoise, which is not an ordinary species; its spiritual nature is evidently more abundant.
In these few days, Gu Yuan wandered around the banks of the Qingshui River outside the city and the ancient well in the south of the city, following the information provided by Lin Zhou.
He indeed found some tortoises.
Especially the ones in the ancient well in the south of the city, they indeed have lived for quite a while.
