"Was this turtle once a Dragon King? The brother of the Old Dragon of the Southern Wastelands?"
Wanwan looked at Yan Kuan's palm in astonishment. The fist-sized White-Shelled Little Turtle wore a bewildered expression, as though it could not understand what Yan Kuan was saying at all.
Yan Kuan closed his five fingers. A brilliant radiance suddenly shone from the White-Shelled Little Turtle, and the black iron Divine Chain no longer bound it. With a clatter, it fell from the turtle shell into the lotus pond.
Feeling the restraints vanish, the White-Shelled Little Turtle nimbly flipped over, then cupped its tiny claws toward Yan Kuan.
"This fellow really is a Dragon King?"
Wanwan moved closer. The White-Shelled Little Turtle gave a slight sway and seemed to pass through space, appearing atop the nearby tea table. Then, with a furtive air, it carved three ancient characters into the stone slab.
The Snow-White Little Beast Keke's large eyes widened round, and it stretched out its furry little paws to vigorously rub its bright eyes. The three Dragon Princes wore equally astonished expressions.
These were legendary ancient divine writings. Together, the three characters meant, "I am a Dragon!"
The White-Shelled Little Turtle cupped its claws toward Yan Kuan again, then swayed gently as it prepared to leave Cloistered Moon, Ashamed Flower Hall.
"When you found this White Jade Turtle, you must have found some heavenly treasures as well, right?"
Yan Kuan suddenly looked toward the woman who had come to report to him. She had previously brought the White-Shelled Little Turtle here after following Yan Kuan's intelligence to excavate the sealed turtle.
"Yes, Young Master. It was a Purple-Gold Ginseng King!"
The several women, who had seemed to be in another world moments ago, snapped awake as if from a dream. They hurriedly