While Old Dragon Turtle was pouring out an endless stream of stories about the sect's many founders and Martial Uncles, Lu Xuan quietly focused his mind on its body.
Because he had fed Old Dragon Turtle Hundred Fruit Spirit Nectar, detailed information about the dragon turtle instantly surfaced in his mind.
Dragon Turtle, Sixth Grade Spirit Beast. It had remained in the Heaven Sword Sect for several thousand years. A trace of true dragon bloodline lay within its body; it was immensely powerful, and possessed a turtle-shell Exotic Treasure that could predict fortune and misfortune.
Through the long, long years, all alone—how had it endured?
From Dragon Turtle's detailed condition, Lu Xuan sensed a faint trace of loneliness.
It had lived for several thousand years, watching the friends around it grow old one by one, die one by one, until in the end, it slowly became a single turtle left alone. Only by relying on gossip about the sect's Core Formation True Persons and Nascent Soul True Lords could it remember the distant past.
This dragon turtle with a mouth full of gossip was, in truth, only an old beast lonely to the very extreme.
Mm, within its unknown amount of lifespan, perhaps the word "old" might not even apply.
After listening to sect mighty figure gossip for the better part of half a day, both man and turtle were completely satisfied.
One had satisfied its urge to talk, and the other had satisfied his thirst for knowledge.
"Boy, what should I call you?"
As Lu Xuan was taking his leave, Dragon Turtle asked him.
Within the Heaven Sword Sect, there were no longer many cultivators who could sit down and quietly listen to it ramble for half a day.
Foundation Establishment Cultivators held a natural fear toward a Sixth