"To strengthen our tribe, Negative Abyss risked crossing the Crimson Abyss River to trade with the human race. Along the way, he encountered other alien races..." Return-to-Zen said.
Of course, he showed no sadness as he spoke. On the contrary, his tone was perfectly ordinary.
And both turtles could actually tell that Return-to-Zen was lying.
Neither of them said anything more, however.
If Negative Abyss were still alive, they would naturally have helped him and continued opposing Return-to-Zen.
But now Negative Abyss was dead, possibly killed by Return-to-Zen himself, so they had even less reason to condemn the turtle before them on his behalf.
After all, how could a dead turtle be worth more than a living one?
Besides, the human faction he mentioned had indeed greatly piqued their interest.
That so-called Crimson Abyss River was precisely what humans called the Wild-Gazing River, and the Negative-Origin Turtle Clan also regarded it as forbidden ground.
From the humans' perspective, the Negative-Origin Turtle Clan's territory was a wilderness inhabited by alien races.
But to the Negative-Origin Turtle Clan, were humans not also an alien race from the wilderness—and a particularly mouthwatering prize at that?
Tens of thousands of years ago, they had followed the Black Armor Clan in an attack on the human race.
After all, many spirit domains on the Mortal Dust Continent had not been very far from them back then.
"What a pity. But did you find out which alien race killed him? Was it the human race? Do you need help?" the two turtles pressed.
"I don't know, but I have established contact with the humans. We can trade for treasures and spirit pills. That is also why I came to see Lord Jinling." As Return-to-Zen spoke, he took out two pill bottles.
Each held a spirit pill.