Sikong Wuyuan hurriedly wanted to follow the turtle, but it disappeared in a flash.
"It's really fast. These spiritual creatures are simply amazing."
At this moment, Jiang Ming realized that there seemed to be some small holes in front of him.
He crouched down and took out a silver needle from his pocket. He inserted the silver needle into one of the small holes.
Many little turtles immediately ran out of the small hole and started arguing with Sikong Wuyuan.
"Hey! What are you doing? Why are you messing with our nest? You won't be able to afford to replace it if you damage it!"
Jiang Ming smirked. Some fine spiritual energy appeared in his hand. A gentle light glowed around the spiritual energy.
The little turtles were immediately covered by this gentle light, and their shells gleamed as if they were crystal clear. It was as if they were being electrocuted.
"Can you tell us the right direction now?"