Green mountains and clear waters were surrounded by emerald grass.
It was a mountain stream scenic enough to be from a painting, filled with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. A small creek babbled, and several fish swam idly within it.
Amidst the lush grass on the bank, a disc-shaped figure about ten meters long and six meters wide was struggling.
Looking closer, it was an old turtle!
The old turtle was on its back, its four legs flailing desperately, looking utterly exhausted.
In the air above.
Hong Yu was flying rapidly on his Divine Demon Wings. As he passed over the mountain stream, he couldn't help but stare, spotting the bizarre scene by the creek. 'Good heavens,' he thought, 'a turtle this size must be some kind of spirit, right?'
He then descended from the sky and landed beside the old turtle.
