"This won't do."
Ning Daoran, with arms crossed, spoke calmly, "This turtle is my half-brother by different parents; how could I sell him to you just because you say there's a fate between you two? I hope Fellow Daoist understands."
"Boy..."
Feng Wuliang's eyes were chilly, "Do you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit? Then don't blame this old man for being rude!"
As he spoke, the overwhelming Golden Core Spiritual Pressure came crashing down.
"Little Gui, back to Grotto Heaven."
With a flick of his sleeve, Ning Daoran instantly wrapped the Green Water Turtle in a surge of mana and sent it into the Spirit Garden Grotto Heaven.
"A Grotto Heaven treasure?!"
Feng Wuliang's gaze burned with intensity, "Boy, it seems all the more that I cannot let you leave alive."