Indeed, it was the Dragon Palace. At the entrance was an old turtle, who was eagerly awaiting their arrival. His eyes were slightly squinted as if he was half asleep.

When White Dragon returned, claiming that he had been attacked, the old turtle had been skeptical. After all, the people from Wasteland dared not approach the sea, let alone attack White Dragon. He thought White Dragon was playing a prank.

Half of the shrimp soldiers and crab generals had already left. No one had the leisure to waste time here.

Splash!

Adrian and the others descended slowly, landing just three feet away from the old turtle. The two sides met. Of course, there was some tension.

Both sides took a step back. Adrian did not see White Dragon and felt disappointed. How untrustworthy. "Mr. Turtle, I wish to meet Ocean Draking," Adrian said politely.

The old turtle was slightly stunned. Adrian did not look like a robber. On the contrary, he seemed gentle and cultured, much more pleasing to the eye than thos