Cangyin Island, atop the mountain peak.
Ye Jingcheng sat inside a cave, and in front of him, the Double-headed Turtle lay quietly.
At this moment, the Double-headed Turtle had shrunk to a hundredth of its original size, only about the size of a table, its two turtle heads sometimes extending out and sometimes retracting back.
At this moment, the Double-headed Turtle was also extremely solemn. Of course, the solemnity was compelled by the Soul Contract; it was more curious and uneasy.
After all, Ye Jingcheng and it had signed a Soul Contract; is there anything more powerful than a Soul Contract to sign?
Otherwise, it hadn't shrunk for almost three years, and now it's given a reward that finally allows it to shrink?
The two turtle heads were even a little worried that Ye Jingcheng might refine it into a Blood Pill.
It had heard some stories of Human Race Cultivators using Spirit Beasts for Alchemy.
