Old Siming stared fixedly at the crystal stone shimmering with flowing light, dumbfounded: "This commotion??? Wait, Old Xue?!"
He looked up, intending to talk to the Whale Hunter about this matter.
But recalling Whale Hunter's recent reaction, Old Siming's voice faltered, and a hint of divine light flashed amusingly in both the Mystic Turtle Dharma Form and Old Siming's eyes. Whale Hunter would usually notice such commotion, but now his heart was like a burning fire, he couldn't care less about all this.
The formation unfolded, and its speed of relocation, unmatched in the world.
Even if rain clouds barred the way ahead, they were directly torn apart.
The clouds couldn't approach his body.
Old Siming directly placed the Mystic Turtle Dharma Form on his head, avoiding a disaster, whereas Tu Shengyuan, this blabbermouth, got drenched like a drowned rat.
