Clang~ Clang!
The forehead swords clashed, echoing with a clear sound.
With lush green waters and verdant mountains, the algae-covered ground was soft, as two rows of Sword Shrimps respectfully escorted them.
In no more than an hour, the group changed direction, boarded the Fat Catfish, and emerged again from the Turtle Clan's territory.
Liang Qu sat at the front, dazed, wondering if he had been set up, with a portion of time and experience erased from his memory. Turning back to Long Eying, he asked uncertainly.
"Did I meet the West Turtle King?"
"You did."
"Did I speak with it?"
"You did."
"Was it about dealing with the Flood Dragon?"
"Yes."
After a moment of silence, Liang Qu asked again.
"Did it work?"
Long Eying hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"It should have worked."
Liang Qu turned to Long Binglin and asked again: "Did it work?"
