A Familiar Turtle

Verdant green mountains stretched on without end, carpet-like algae blanketed the riverbed, and fish, shrimp, crabs, and turtles swam freely beneath the sky.

Refreshing.

That was Liang Qu's first impression.

To date, he had seen only two Demon King clan territories.

Octopus King's Sea Abyss Palace.

Frog King's rocky cave.

There was no need to mention Sea Abyss Palace. As the Sea Merchants' headquarters, it was a flourishing, splendid place. Markets spread along the mountain ridges in a crisscrossing maze, various sea beasts gathered within, and patches of aquatic plants dotted the area.

Bustling and brimming with beastly spirit.

Frog King's cave was rather monotonous by comparison. The cave and the clan did not sit close together. Outside its entrance lay a vast expanse of yellow-rock plaza, piled all around with its beloved possessions, while fluorescent vines covered the mountains and plains.

A beauty of savage growth.

Turtle King differed from both.

It teemed with life, lush and pleasing to the eye.

It was practically a great botanical garden.

The algae carpeting the ground was not dark like kelp, nor was it slender Clearwater Algae. Instead, it was tender green bud algae, which, true to its name, resembled clusters of fresh buds sprouting from trees in early spring.

It was not merely a corner of mountain wilderness.

It spread for dozens, even hundreds, of li.

As far as the eye could see, all was "wilderness," like dropping two ice cubes into summer mint water and draining the cup in one gulp.

Long Binglin leaped down from Round Head and clasped his fists.

"May I ask which Sword number you two are?"

"Which Sword number?" The large shrimp on the right turned back. "Big Brother, he's asking which Sword number we are."

"Little brother, big brother heard him."

"Should we tell