"God..." the old woman murmured.
Stop!
Su He let out a low chant. In a world of immortals and cultivation, that word could not be borne lightly. The karma involved was not something he could withstand.
The old woman bowed. "King!"
The young master still did not know how pure his bloodline was. If he were not a Dragon Turtle, his chant could never have made the Heavenly Water Clan reveal their Merfolk True Forms.
Accomplishing this before even becoming a Dragon Turtle proved that the young master before them becoming a pure Dragon Turtle was only a matter of time. The true blood he had condensed was no counterfeit carrying Dragon Turtle Dao Rhythm, but genuine Dragon Turtle True Blood.
Old Daoist Ge bit savagely into a chicken leg.
Those fellows from the Heavenly Water Clan had followed him for five hundred years. They called him young master and master, but never had they used words like god or king.
Am I really that much worse than my disciple?
"Scram, scram, scram! Get the hell out of here. Take your dependents and go back to your own territory. This old daoist has a mountain of matters to deal with and no time to play with you here." Old Daoist Ge spat out a chicken bone and waved them away.
A voice transmission reached Su He's ears. "They can be trusted."
It was Old Daoist Ge's voice.
The Heavenly Water Clan could be trusted. His master had subdued them for hundreds of years, so their loyalty should have long since been tested.
The old woman knelt toward Old Daoist Ge. "Thank you, Old Master, for your protection over these hundreds of years. Should you have any command in the future, the Heavenly Water Clan shall never dare refuse. As long