To yao like the softshell turtle, bitterly seeking out the Dao on their own was unquestionably far too difficult.

It was extremely easy to go down the wrong path, leading to fatal disaster.

Thus, Su Yi was well aware of why the softshell turtle revered him so highly.

“Aren’t you worried I’ll implicate you?” said Su Yi with a faint smile.

Earlier, although Wei Xian’s words were insulting, he was right about one thing: throughout the Great Zhou, numerous people saw him as a harbinger of disaster and feared nothing more than getting mixed up with him.

The turtle was silent for a while. Finally, it said, “Your Excellency, I won’t lie to you. Learning of your recent accomplishments has only made me increasingly convinced that you are no ordinary cultivator! Your battle with Shi Fengliu today has proved that my initial opinion was right on the mark.”

As he spoke, the three-hundred-year-old yao’s gaze heated up, and its voice rumbled, firm and decisive. “Besides, were I worried about inviting disaster, I wouldn’t have spoken up earlier. Even if I’d died sticking up on your behalf, I wouldn’t have any regrets!” 

The group on board the tower ship couldn’t help but feel moved. Who...