Lord Of Martial Arts

"Why should I tell you? Who are you?" the little turtle asked Darren.

"Hum! You are even more arrogant than me. I'll teach you a lesson!" The Water Kylin slapped the turtle.

"Ouch! That hurt!" The little turtle cried.

"Th... Sir, don't fight me anymore. I just live here... I came here too many years ago. I can't remember everything clearly." The turtle thought about Darren's question, but could not remember how much time had passed.

"Well, have you seen these things?" Darren showed the list of herbs on the parchment scroll to the little turtle.

"No, I haven't. Even if I did see these ragged plants before, I can't remember them now." The little turtle pouted.

But then, the ferocious expression on the Water Kylin's face changed the little turtle's tune in a hurry, "Ahem! I need to take a better look."

The little turtle pretended to study the scroll before he said, "Ah, I've seen these herbs before. There are a lot of them in that place. Let me take you there."

"Little bastard, are you thinking of cheating us?" Obviously, the Water Kylin didn't believe him at all.

"No! Absolutely not. I plucked this flower when I pursued Jill." The turtle pointed at the Burial Spirit Flower on the scroll.

"Who is Jill?" the Water Kylin asked curiously.

"She's the one I love. She is a big, beautiful female turtle," the little turtle said proudly.

"Pfft!" The Water Kylin laughed. He was about to vomit when he heard the name, Jill.

"Well, don't talk any more nonsense. Take us there now," Darren ordered.

"Okay, sir." The little turtle glared at the Water Kylin one last time before turning and swimming toward a direction. Mischief shone in his eyes.

After crossing many deep canyons and mountains under the sea, they didn't see the herbs they sought.

"Were you lying to us earlier? Are you intentionally wasting our time?" The Water Kylin was enraged.

"You must keep calm. Otherwise, how can you become powerful in the future?" the little turtle said with arrogance.

Hearing this, fury coursed through the Water Kylin. He wished he could kill the little turtle who was even more arrogant than him.

"We are almost there."

Before the Water Kyl

ttle turtle turned toward the Water Kylin as he spoke.

Slap!

Angered, the Water Kylin whacked the little turtle on the head. Soon, his face swelled up.

"My Lord, please show mercy. Our prince was born with a dirty mouth. Please don't take his words to heart." One turtle man pleaded for the little turtle. But then he realized that he had said something offensive, which frightened him greatly.

"Ahem."

In fact, a storm seemed to be raging in the Water Kylin's mind.

As far as he could remember, he had never seen any of his clansmen.

Now, to his surprise, he heard about a Kylin Clan.

"Do I have parents?" Sorrow filled the Water Kylin's heart, and tears welled in his eyes. He took a deep breath to stop himself from bursting into sobs. All this while, the Water Kylin had thought that he was alone and that he didn't have parents or a family or a clan.

"Listen up. Take me to see the Kylin Clan, or I'll kill this little bastard."

"Yes, My Lord. But please be merciful toward our prince. I'll take you to meet our patriarch first, as only he can get in touch with the noble Kylin Clan."

After he spoke, the turtle man turned and led the way to their patriarch.

"Darren..." Finley muttered as he turned to look at Darren.

"Let's go with him. Although the Water Kylin seems aloof and detached, he really wants to meet his family. We are not in a hurry to prepare the herbs," Darren said.

"Yes, you're right." Finley nodded.