"What do you want?"
The Mystic Tortoise glared at Wang Chen with its enormous eyes, studying him carefully.
Wang Chen froze for a moment, then immediately understood.
He nearly laughed in exasperation!
So the Mystic Tortoise thought he had some ulterior motive for bringing it peaches and pears.
Unsolicited kindness was either treachery or theft, after all!
Wang Chen replied, "I don't want anything. I just ate too much!"
He was utterly speechless.
It was said that when Yunyang established his sect, this thousand-year-old Mystic Tortoise had received enlightenment from Patriarch Yunyang.
It was then named an auspicious beast and tasked with suppressing the sect's fortune.
It sounded like quite an interesting legend.
But Patriarch Yunyang had ascended to the Upper Realm many years ago, while the Mystic Tortoise remained here, silently enduring the wind and rain.
Unable to leave the stone stele even half a step.
How could one who was not a fish know the joy of a fish? Wang Chen was not the Mystic Tortoise, so he did not know what it thought.
But no matter how he looked at it—
This was not something happy or joyful!
Wang Chen had brought it spirit fruits time and again mainly out of pity.
The old turtle had helped him before, and one had to act with a conscience.
Yet his good intentions had been taken for donkey liver and lungs!
Forget it.
Wang Chen could not possibly argue with an old turtle. Shaking his head, he prepared to leave.
Even if every peach and apricot in the orchard rotted on the branches from now on, he would never again press his warm face against the other party's cold backside!
"Ying ying!"
Just then, Yuan Yuan suddenly leaped out of the spirit beast pouch hanging at Wang Chen's waist.