One Person, Four Legs

Early the next morning, Flower Plaza in Lake Heart Town was extraordinarily bustling.

Wenren Sheng opened the inn window and looked out. Someone had caught an enormous Wheatfish, over a meter long.

That was exceedingly rare.

Because they were so valuable, adult fish usually could not escape being caught. Only the small fish were left to reproduce. It was like harvesting wheat—no farmer deliberately left a stalk of wheat for another two years.

It was now on display in the plaza, inside a huge aquarium that had been lowered into place by a crane.

The golden Wheatfish swam slowly through the tank, its body sleek and powerful, its tail splashing water. Its eyes did not move at all, as though it were staring fixedly at somewhere.

The top and bottom of the aquarium were covered in gorgeous flowers: Tea Roses, roses, peonies... Flowers that were not even in season had appeared as well.

Many people had gathered around the tank to watch, their voices clamorous.

"Is this fish for sale?" someone asked, waving a phone that displayed a nine-figure bank balance.

"Wouldn't eating a fish like this grant immortality?" an Old Man drooled.

"You're all so cruel. A fish this big should be released so it can spawn."

"It's a male fish," a staff member explained.

"From the sound of it, you really are planning to auction it?"

"It's too pitiful. This is a spirit of heaven and earth; mortals shouldn't eat it." A wealthy woman dabbed at the corner of her mouth with a silk handkerchief, where a few strands of fish flesh still remained.

"Come now, Madam Wang, you ate the most at breakfast just now," said a companion beside her.

Wenren Sheng watched the golden Wheatfish and noticed that it was neither frightened nor panicked.

Of course,