Old Turtle watched the Dao Gu Tribe's warriors leave and shook his head helplessly. "The disciples of the Dao Gu Tribe really are worse with every generation."
Lin Bai looked at Old Turtle. "You seem to have a deep connection with the Dao Gu Tribe?"
Old Turtle chuckled. "Hmph, naturally. Otherwise, how could the Dao Gu Tribe have learned the Puppet Art?"
Lin Bai stared blankly at Old Turtle.
Old Turtle said, "Stop guessing. You'll never figure it out."
"Is that so?" Lin Bai chuckled. "If I'm not mistaken, you came to the Barren Ancient Continent together with this suspended divine dragon."
"As for the Dao Gu Tribe's Puppet Art, it probably wasn't something produced on the Barren Ancient Continent. It should have come from the Spirit Realm."
Old Turtle smiled. "Not bad. Keep going. What else have you guessed?"
Lin Bai said, "When you and this divine dragon came to the Barren Ancient Continent, you must have made some kind of deal with the Dao Gu Tribe. Otherwise, how could they have seen the Dragon Tomb here?"
Old Turtle sighed softly. "Lin Bai, you're right. I'm indeed not from the Barren Ancient Continent. I did indeed come from the Spirit Realm."
"Not only me. Bao'er is the same."
Lin Bai took Bao'er from Ye Suxin's arms and looked at Old Turtle.
Old Turtle said in a low voice, "Back then, my master was hunted by enemies in the Spirit Realm and driven into a dead end. To protect his daughter's life, he used the last trace of his life force to tear open the void and come to the Barren Ancient Continent."
"At that time, my master also used all his blood to seal away his daughter."
"After arriving on the Barren Ancient Continent, my master and I both