"Divine…" the old crone muttered.
Hold on!
Su He hummed softly. In a world where immortal cultivators practiced, that word should not be taken lightly. The causality it implied was not something he could afford to bear.
The old crone bowed deeply: "My king!"
The little master still doesn't know how pure his bloodline is. If he weren't a Dragon Turtle, his chanting wouldn't possibly reveal the true form of a mermaid from the Tian Shui Clan.
Being able to do this without being a Dragon Turtle proves that it's only a matter of time before the master before me becomes a purebred Dragon Turtle. The True Blood he congeals will definitely not be a fake substance carrying the mere Tao Rhythm of the Dragon Turtle; it will be the genuine Dragon Turtle True Blood.
Elder Ge bit down hard on a large chicken leg with resentment.
These people from the Tian Shui Clan have followed him for five hundred years, calling him master and lord, yet they had never referred to him as a deity or king.
