"Racial talents."
Zhou Xuan suddenly exploded with this idea; back in the Zhou Family's Troupe, he had fought desperately with the "Human Turtle."
That "Human Turtle," whose turtle shell was more prominent than his human features, was immensely skilled in fortune-telling.
From the examples of the "Human Turtle" and the old turtle, Bone Elder, Zhou Xuan concluded one point — whoever resembles a turtle has powerful divination abilities.
Like the Fox Clan excelling in running and the yellow-skinned spirits being adept at gathering information, these are all racial talents brought by the mystical creatures.
"Mr. Zhou, are your thoughts always so... amusing?"
The old turtle, Bone Elder, also found Zhou Xuan's words quite reasonable, but the term "racial talents" felt somewhat playful.
His impression of Zhou Xuan was improving continuously, even for a moment, he felt that his hatred for the tattoo was not that intense anymore, at least he didn't harbor much hatred for Zhou Xuan.
