I get walking a cat or a dog, or even a panda. But walking a turtle? What in the world is that about? With its sluggish pace, can it even keep up with you? I doubt you'd make it a quarter of a mile in an hour. Wen Yuan looked at the Turtle Immortal, at a bit of a loss for words. "Alright, you two go have fun. I'll find you when you're back and tell you all about my time in Sokovia. The assessment is complete, and Princess Sylvie has made her decision."
"As long as she likes it, that's what matters. It's your business; no need to report to me," Shen Yibin said with a wave. "Oh, right, bring your wife and kid, and Bald Qiang, over for dinner later. I've learned a few specialty dishes this time. I guarantee you'll love them." 'If the Turtle Immortal manages to find some potent herbs today, Wen Yuan's family is in for a real treat.'
