At the intersection of sea and land, there was a stretch of beach, approximately ten miles in diameter.
Ye Xiaowei dismounted from the back of the old turtle and stepped onto the soft sand. He looked at the occasional small pits that appeared, finding them quite interesting.
Suddenly, he turned around, looked at the dejected old turtle following behind him, and chuckled, "What's this? You're so powerful, yet you couldn't even catch a small fish?"
"Hmph, in the end, I'm still a turtle. I excel in defense. You're asking me to compete in speed with others, which is unfair. I didn't let little brother taste any good food today. The next time we meet, I promise to treat you to a delicious meal," the old turtle said sincerely.
Ye Xiaowei was stunned and asked, "What do you mean? Are you leaving? Without you, how can I prove my identity?"