This news was both important and shocking to Xiao Chen—the Heavenly Stele had grown from the ground… He wasn't sure if Old Stone Turtle was pulling his leg again.
"How did it grow?" he asked.
"Plant a brick in the ground in spring, and by autumn, a Heavenly Stele will have grown," Old Stone Turtle replied nonchalantly.
"..." Xiao Chen felt the urge to shave the turtle's shell again; the old turtle really deserved a beating for saying such things so confidently. "Come on, Old Master Wang, can't you say something more credible?"
"What I said is credible. However, these things require enlightenment. It all depends on whether you have that talent or not; otherwise, you will never understand in this lifetime."
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Xiao Chen was utterly exasperated with him; Old Turtle was too good at spouting nonsense, and yet he spoke with such an air of grandeur.
