Ripples spread across the water. A cold wind blew over, and the blood in the Turtle Demon's wounds congealed, scabbing over at a speed visible to the naked eye.
That was where demons and monsters had the advantage over humans. As long as their injuries weren't fatal, their heaven-defying regenerative abilities far surpassed those of a Human Martial Artist.
But at that moment, Turtle Four didn't care about his wounds at all. He stared fixedly at Ye Kang, a flicker of anger in his eyes.
"Hero, though we're one family, you shouldn't take things too far. You crippled one of my hands, and now you want to shake me down too?"
Ye Kang feigned ignorance. "What do you mean? I'm simply curious. If you don't want to answer, I'll go ask the Empress Qingwei myself."
With that, Ye Kang turned to Huixin. "Senior Brother, let's go."
"Wait! I was joking, just joking. Of course I'll clear up such a small matter for a friend." Turtle Four forced a smile and hurried over obsequiously, stopping Ye Kang.
He bent forward as he spoke. "It's true there are treasures in the waters, but saying they're everywhere is utter nonsense. Once in a while, some Water Clan member gets lucky and digs up something good from the mud."
Ye Kang gave a strange little "oh." "So, Brother Turtle, have you been lucky or unlucky?"
"I wouldn't say I've been lucky, but I did once pick up a Human Race treasure. I have no use for it. Meeting a hero today is like meeting a kindred spirit, so why don't I give it to you as an apology?"
Grinding his teeth, Turtle Four reached his remaining hand into his Turtle Shell and pulled out a broken spearhead.
Ye Kang didn't pay much attention to