Su He found his old spot and lay down. It was at the southern edge of the classroom; his body was too large, and lying in front would block others' view.
Fortunately, his eyesight had greatly improved after evolving. He could see clearly even at night, so it did not matter where he lay. The sunlight here was rather nice, too.
Su He had not left the ranks of turtles merely because he had grown a dragon's head and tail and looked more like a Dragon Turtle. He was still cold-blooded, still liked basking in the sun, and still wanted to eat shrimp.
The moment he lay down, a disciple quietly sidled over. "Dragon Turtle Martial Uncle, have you heard?"
The disciple looked as furtive as a thief. "Martial Aunt Shui Jing of Jing Shui Mountain has run into trouble."
Su He froze for a moment before recalling who that was. Qiao Ling's Master—the Daoist nun who had faced him in court before. Her mind was not particularly sharp, but she was fiercely protective of her own.
After Lu Ming was crippled, he had hidden on her Jing Shui Mountain. Su He had used one of Camel's cactus strikes to bury the entire mountain and turn it into a desert.
Mm, now that he thought about it, he had not seen Camel in a long time. Who knew where that fellow had run off to? It had not appeared for a month.
Su He lowered his dragon head and looked at the disciple.
Shui Jing had not been on the mountain at the time. Later, he had worried that she might come seeking revenge. Could it be that she had made some petty move and gotten beaten up by Master?
Probably not. Although Old Daoist Ge was sloppy and unkempt,