"Who dares eat my Turtle Grandson?" A curse rang out through the air. It was not in the local language, yet somehow everyone understood it.
The native creatures looked as though they had seen a ghost. They exchanged bewildered, suspicious glances, checking whether the others had heard the voice too.
"Lord Mountain-Bearing Divine Turtle?" Old Guo suddenly thought of something and bowed deeply to Little White, nearly dropping to his knees.
This had to be a divine turtle raised by the caravan!
Legend had it that a Mountain-Bearing Divine Turtle capable of speech possessed heaven-reaching powers and could protect an entire region. Could this little one be its offspring? Small as it was, slaughtering the entire village would pose no problem.
The others did not even dare breathe loudly.
"What!" Stone Mama instantly flew into a rage. "What kind of turtle is a Mountain-Bearing Divine Turtle? Is it that impressive?"
Heretics were more hateful than heathens, especially when these heretics had mistaken you for someone else.
The villagers prostrated themselves on the ground, terrified. The cargo aboard the ship might be precious, but their lives mattered more.
The old man leading them recovered his wits and plucked up the courage to ask, "Then what kind of turtle are you?"
"A Black Tortoise divine turtle, of course!"
What kind of turtle was a Black Tortoise? They had never heard of it.
But the old man was shrewd enough not to show it. "If this is your territory, we will leave immediately!"
Little White remained silent at the top of the mast. As a creature that had inherited the Black Tortoise Bloodline, Little White could understand these people, just like the turtle's ancestor.
Being addressed as "Lord Divine Turtle" actually left Little White floating on air. Say it a few more times!