Clang~ clang!
Forehead Swords collided, their clear chimes rippling outward.
Green waters and emerald mountains, lush algae-covered ground, Sword Shrimp standing in two rows to see them off.
In less than half an hour, the group turned around, rode the Fat Catfish, and left the Turtle Clan Grounds once more.
Liang Qu sat upright atop its broad head, looking dazed. He suspected someone had set him up and deleted a stretch of time and memories. Turning back to Long E Ying, he asked uncertainly.
"I met the Western Turtle King?"
"You did."
"I spoke with it?"
"You did."
"About dealing with the Flood Dragon?"
"Mhm."
After a moment of silence, Liang Qu asked again.
"It worked?"
Long E Ying hesitated briefly, then nodded.
"It should have."
Liang Qu turned to Long Binglin and asked again, "Did it work?"
Long Binglin was equally baffled. He guessed, "The Elder had the foresight. Perhaps because our Dragon Man Tribe has been in frequent contact lately, the Turtle King anticipated it and had already made its decision?"
Liang Qu had sent Long Binglin to test the Western Tortoise's attitude early on. The Dragon Man Tribe and Turtle Clan had been visiting each other frequently; when the matter came to a head, it had naturally fallen into place. That was reasonable enough...
"Oh, come on." Long Yanrui was utterly carefree. "What's there to think so much about? I heard it all clearly right beside you. The Turtle King agreed to join us in dealing with the Flood Dragon.
If you ask me, among Jianghuai's four great Demon Kings, the Flood Dragon and Iron Head Fish are both treacherous ministers! They ought to be refined into great pills! The Frog King hasn't basked in the Dragon Lord's grace for long, so its feelings run deep enough.