"Exactly," Dragon Turtle said, appearing on Jiang Qingyue's shoulder and staring at Lu Yin. "You're pretty unlucky, kid. Not just anyone is worth Eternal Clan going to such lengths to scheme against. If we hadn't been there, you'd have been done for this time."
Lu Yin's expression turned solemn. "Yeah. I'll have to be more careful from now on."
"The Eternal Clan has never been stupid, especially those vile, shameless bastards like Cheng Kong. They're as despicable as they come. But it's strange—why didn't Cheng Kong go all out against you inside the Turtle Shell? He's second only to the Seven Gods Heaven. If he'd gone all out, I couldn't have protected you," Dragon Turtle said.
That had puzzled Lu Yin, too. The only explanation he could think of was the promise Black Wushen had made: one hundred thousand years. It was both a promise and a limit.
But if Cheng Kong hadn't wanted to kill him, why had he trapped him? Why stop him from escaping?
"Are you heading back?" Lu Yin asked.
"We came out for a trip and ran into that kind of danger. Of course we're going back. We'll also report this to Lord Lei," Dragon Turtle replied.
Jiang Qingyue said to Lu Yin, "Until we meet again."
Lu Yin nodded. "Until we meet again. Give Jiang Chen my regards."
Just before leaving, Jiang Qingyue suddenly seemed to remember something. She looked at Lu Yin. "It seems you've never sensed shi."
Lu Yin was surprised. "What's shi?"
Dragon Turtle reminded her, "Xiao Yueyue."
Jiang Qingyue looked at Dragon Turtle. "Father never stopped me from telling others."
Dragon Turtle sighed. "It's not that you can't tell him. It's that you might lead him astray. We took a shortcut to cultivate shi. Others can't take that same shortcut."