In that instant, the Primordial Water Spirit Turtle squeezed out a few sorrowful old tears.
As a Primordial Water Spirit Turtle with an utterly ordinary bloodline, it too had once enjoyed many glorious moments.
For instance, it had followed the Clan into crucial decisive battles and earned merit. It had served as transportation, carrying the matriarch through dangerous regions beyond the frontier, and had repeatedly borne her into battle in every direction, its prestige unmatched.
It had even snatched away the Dharma Treasure weapon of the Wang Clan's greatest enemy back then, rendering outstanding service to the Wang Clan.
Of course, it also knew that as the Clan's overall strength continued to rise, amid the increasingly fierce competition, its meager strength was no longer worth looking at.
Thus, it had always diligently served as a mount, attending to generation after generation of young ladies and young masters. It watched those young ladies and young masters grow up on its back day after day, gradually becoming great figures whose very stomps could shake the world.
Whenever it thought of that, the Primordial Water Spirit Turtle's heart swelled with pride and contentment. It was as though it were watching its own children spread their wings one by one and soar across the skies.
But now, was it actually about to be reduced to breakfast for the next generation's guardian Spirit Beast?
This survival of the fittest was far too cruel, far too realistic.
Wuwu~ Didn't this old turtle merely eat a little more and grow a little fatter? Can't I voluntarily cut down on my daily rations from now on?
The old turtle looked pitifully at Wang Anye. Seventh Young Master, you absolutely must stand up for this old turtle.
"Stop." Wang Anye normally treated the old turtle with great respect, and