What is that? A person and a tortoise, what is their origin? Why is there such a strong medicinal fragrance accompanying them?
Shi Hao took a deep breath, and even his injuries seemed to lighten as a warm current entered his body, bringing an indescribable comfort, as though he were about to soar into the clouds.
Beneath the blood moon, the ruins felt cold and desolate, yet that person and tortoise stood out strikingly, snow-white and crystalline.
"So tiny, what kind of race is that?" Hong Huang asked curiously.
The tortoise appeared relatively normal, about the size of a palm, snow-white and crystalline, with its shell covered in dense patterns that seemed like the evolution of dao principles. As for the person atop its back, she was only the height of a palm, exquisitely small, and glowing bright.
