"Young fellow, you have quite the sharp eye."
After Yang Qing greeted the ugly man, the man answered him with a smile.
But the deep furrows crisscrossing his face looked as though someone had torn it apart by force and then glued it back together. His smile only made him look all the more hideous and terrifying.
Yet Yang Qing remained calm before a figure whose appearance surpassed the limits of human imagination. He took a step forward and asked evenly, "Lord Black Tortoise, why did you go to such lengths to bring us here?"
This unimaginably ugly man was actually Black Tortoise, the Ancient Divine Beast?
The realization startled both Bu Er and Jiang Zhizhou.
Naturally, they had never expected Yang Qing to say such a thing. But after giving it some thought, they felt that it made perfect sense.
The heavy armor they wore had all been formed from Black Tortoise's divine power. Even the golden garment worn by Wood, who remained fast asleep, was the earliest form of the Black Tortoise Heavy Armor.
Moreover, golden light had guided them throughout their journey, and Lord Black Tortoise had appeared as soon as that light dispersed.
Calling all this a coincidence would have been stretching coincidence too far.
Thus, Yang Qing had certainly not been speaking without grounds when he identified the man.
"You are right. I am Black Tortoise."
It really was Black Tortoise.
Yet hearing that answer from the man's own lips drained Yang Qing and the others of their earlier excitement and curiosity.
"But I am also not Black Tortoise."
Those words left Yang Qing and the others momentarily stunned.
He was Black Tortoise, yet at the same time he was not. What did that mean?
The man gave a faint, lingering sigh. "I was once