The Qinghe Dragon King's teeth chattered.
Trembling, he said to Li Xinge, "L-Li Family Head, be careful. This Turtle Chancellor is an old monster who has lived since ancient times. He is utterly loyal to the Dragon King."
Li Xinge nodded slightly.
He gritted his teeth, circulating the Primordial Chaos Scripture at a furious pace. His six-thousand-five-hundred-mile Divine Mansion World thundered inside him as he forcibly withstood the pressure of the Turtle Chancellor, a Half-Saint Realm expert.
Leaning on his cane, the Turtle Chancellor slowly approached, stopping several dozen yards before Li Xinge.
He slowly raised his heavy eyelids. Within his cloudy eyes gleamed a wisdom that had seen through the vicissitudes of the world.
"Not bad... truly not bad."
The Turtle Chancellor looked Li Xinge up and down.
His cloudy eyes made no attempt to conceal his appreciation.
"Under this old man's Half-Saint pressure, even an ordinary cultivator at the great perfection of Divine Mansion would feel their blood roiling and retreat a good three leagues. Yet you, a junior of the human race whose bones are not even forty years old, have withstood it through your own foundations alone. Truly worthy of... ah..."
The Turtle Chancellor paused, cutting himself off.
Then he continued, "This old man has lived for over a hundred thousand years. I witnessed the prosperity of the ancient sects' rule, and personally watched the Great Zhou Founder sweep through the eight wildernesses and bring the world under his dominion. In these hundred thousand years and more, the so-called prodigies and monstrous talents I have seen have been as numerous as carp crossing a river, beyond counting."
"But someone who reached such a realm at your age, with foundations so defiant of heaven—even searching through tens of thousands of years of memories, this old man cannot