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"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.