"Who are you?"
An old man in white stood in front of Chu Ning, staring at him.
Compared to Lu Xuedao's dominance, this person gave Chu Ning an overwhelmingly cold impression.
The gaze directed at Chu Ning was like two icy daggers.
Chu Ning's mind raced.
This person didn't know his identity, which unexpectedly provided him with a chance to maneuver.
"Junior Chu Ning from Divine Sound Valley greets Elder Fan."
As Chu Ning cupped his hands towards Fan Zexian, he used telepathy to communicate with the Spirit Beast Bag.
"Elder Turtle, allow me to stall for a bit; should this person attack later, I ask for your assistance."
"Alright." The deep voice of Elder Turtle echoed.
Just as Chu Ning was feeling pleased, the turtle quickly continued:
"However, my strand of Essence Soul and Primordial Spirit is more difficult to merge than expected. If I confront this Nascent Soul Late Stage Cultivator, I could probably only make one move.
