Catch the White Tortoise!

Grayish-white mist drifted slowly through the valley like layers of gauze, winding around jagged, bizarre rocks. The surroundings were eerily silent—no insects chirping, no birds calling, only the occasional mountain breeze stirring the fog with a faint rustling sound, making the valley seem all the deeper and more tranquil.

At the very center of the valley, a jade-green pill floated silently above a flat clearing. It was roughly the size of a longan, green as emerald throughout, with gentle halos of light circling its surface. A rich medicinal fragrance wafted from the pill like invisible threads, slowly drifting in every direction.

The scent was sweet without being cloying, rich without being harsh. One breath of it made every pore in the body seem to open, bringing indescribable comfort.

There appeared to be nothing around the pill. Yet if an expert spiritual array master had been present, they would have vaguely sensed extremely faint ripples of spiritual power on that seemingly ordinary clearing, like ripples on water that flashed and vanished. However, those fluctuations had been concealed by some ingenious method, making them impossible for ordinary people to detect.

About fifty zhang from the clearing, behind a massive black boulder, Lu Changsheng and the others held their breaths and stared fixedly at the floating pill ahead.

"Why hasn't the White Tortoise Saint Medicine come yet..."

Shi Jingtian lay at the edge of the boulder, craning his neck and widening his eyes. After watching for a long while, he saw nothing but blank white mist. Growing impatient, he muttered in a lowered voice, "It's already been half an hour, and there isn't even a ghost in sight. Say, little butterfly, you weren't lying to us earlier, were you?"

"What did you say?!"

Imperial Butterfly had been dozing on the tip of Lu