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The Turtle Stone Statue, while mocking the Snake King, thought of its own sorrows and, like a child, bawled its eyes out.
The Snake King was so frustrated he felt like he was choking on his own blood.
"This isn't something you should know. If you want to continue cultivating, if you want companions, then follow us. Otherwise..." the Snake King said, his eyes, the size of mung beans, threateningly staring at the Turtle Stone Statue.
Compared to being ridden all day and being ground into mud, perhaps following this self-proclaimed Snake King and the well-behaved young girl wasn't so bad.
"Okay, I'll go with you," said the Turtle Stone Statue, "But I have a condition!"
"A condition? You've got some nerve," the Snake King said, squinting his mung bean-sized eyes, "Everyone who's dared to make demands of me has been bitten to death. Even if I can't bite you to death, I have plenty of ways to deal with you."