"You see, no surprises, right?" Li Yuanhong said excitedly, "I told you it was feudal superstition."
Luo Xingyi shot him a glance, "Who was it that asked me to help find a fortune teller?"
"..."
By this time, they had already returned to Dragon Country's airspace and had split into three teams.
Shen Shili flew alone at an altitude of about a hundred meters above the sea surface, trailing the sick turtle and the two people on its back, Ji Tianqi and Jiang Congshu.
The latter had volunteered to come down, saying he wanted to experience what it was like to ride a turtle across the sea. But in fact, everyone could guess his real intention.
For a water control superpower user like Jiang Congshu, the ocean was undoubtedly his heaven. But his body was relatively weak, and his speed too slow, so if he had a demon like the sick turtle as a mount...
It's normal to have such impractical ambitions, like everyone wanting to hit the lottery, even directly sweeping the jackpot.
