Sitting on the same spot for close to a hundred and twenty years, Musk had yet to take that step with the Tortoise Longevity Art. It was only now that he realized he had underestimated the unique energy quantity required to undergo the ninth breakthrough. He sighed and opened his eyes, only to feel intense collisons in the distance. His eyes turned white and he could see far off into the sea, a figure floating in the air, while the water column in the sea had been separated into two by her casual slap.
After looking and seeing who was responsible for all of this, he seemed thoughtful. "Senior sister can't sit still. It seems that the idea of having her stay in one place and horn her mind was not for her. In that case, let her make waves. She should be able to adapt to this place sooner or later, after all we are here for the long run." He didn't continue to check on her, rather closed his eyes.