The rock was quite large, with plenty of room even with Shen Yibin sprawled on top. He watched the Turtle Immortal perched at the very edge, its head facing the rising sun. It craned its neck, inhaling and exhaling. Each gulp was like swallowing a whole glutinous rice ball, which then seemed to roll down its neck with a GULP and settle in its belly. It somehow managed to make the air seem as solid as food.
'Tsk, that looks magical, but isn't this pose just a little too humiliating?' Shen Yibin was in a bind. The method was undeniably tempting, but the posture made him hesitate. All fours on the ground, back slightly arched, neck stretched out as far as it could go to face the rising sun… it was just too awkward. 'It would be so mortifying if anyone saw me.'
