Fellow Daoists

After Mu Ling left, the first thing she did was find a large cooking pot.

She poured in water, brought it to a boil, added seasonings...

After a whole series of steps, a rich fragrance wafted from the pot before her. Mu Ling nodded her little head in satisfaction.

Not bad!

It seemed that although she had not cooked anything in a long time, her skills had not declined.

"Hehe, I'll have turtle soup to drink soon!"

Mu Ling glanced at the turtle in her hand, licked her lips, and tossed it straight in. With a snap, she clapped the lid onto the pot.

"And that's that!"

Although she did not know where this turtle had come from, that did not hinder the pure heart of a foodie...

Eat first, ask questions later!

Yet after a while, just as Mu Ling thought it should be about done, she lifted the lid and was instantly dumbfounded!

"Where's the soup?"

A whole row of question marks popped up over Mu Ling's little head.

The soup in the pot had completely vanished.

Only a turtle remained, lying leisurely on its back. It even seemed to pat its belly, its eyes narrowing comfortably.

Full and satisfied, with a sauna besides... not bad at all!

By now, the little turtle's hostility toward the little girl who had cooked it had faded considerably. What a good person!

"...Y-you drank the soup?"

Mu Ling was completely bewildered, and the shock in her heart slipped right out of her mouth. The moment she said it, she immediately felt foolish. Why was she talking to a turtle? It could not understand her anyway... Yet just as she thought that, she saw the little turtle seem to shoot her a glance, its eyes carrying a distinctly human-like contempt.

"..."

Mu