Having formed a Demon Core, Long Long had transformed from a Water Viper into a noble Jiaolong.
He swam agilely through the water, constantly releasing his Dragon's Might to shake off the barnacles that clung to the turtle's shell.
But the turtle's shell was simply too large, completely covered in dense clusters of barnacles. Having cleared one area, there were countless others to go, leaving Long Long feeling like a bathhouse attendant facing a clay figure, utterly unsure where to begin.
"I say, Mr. Turtle," he couldn't help but complain, "after all, you are the venerable ancestor of the Xuanwu Clan. Couldn't you just use some Immortal Law to wash yourself clean? Do you really need me to do it with my Dragon's Might?"
"If your ears are itchy, would you choose to dig at them, or wash them?" the old turtle said slowly.