Ningshuai shuddered after the First Venerable of Yang was brought up. He took out his exalted pot and used its power to hide everyone here.

“It’s useless, it knows we’re here.” The turtle came out from a pit of mud since Ningshuai stomped it down there earlier. 

“This turtle is up to no good, we need to make soup with it.” Ningshuai wanted to capture the turtle with his pot then start a fire to boil it.

“It’s grievously wounded so this is the best chance to kill it. Otherwise, once it has recovered, it’ll come for us first.” 

Nefarious laughter came from within. It had a bewitching effect, capable of affecting the mind: “You know me best, foster-father.”

Feiyun released a holy Buddhist light that turned into numerous Buddhas to purify...