"Look, that black fatty is here again."
"Why is it?"
"The Jiang Huai Great Marsh has a new ruler. There is no throne there to bear the Sea Flood Dragon anymore, so what is it here for?"
"Hiss, it has only been a few months. Has this fellow's aura grown stronger? Why does it seem like a second-realm Great Demon? Is the Black Dragon's talent really this formidable?"
Inside Ice Dragon Palace, the White Cloud Golden Thread Fish whispered among themselves, astonished by the "Black Dragon's" rate of growth. The last time they had met, this fish had still been at the first realm. In the blink of a few months, it had actually reached the second realm?
Fat Catfish was immensely pleased with itself. It bobbed and swayed, rising and falling, occasionally circling about, a bulging yellow leather bag strapped to its back. Wagging its tail and shaking its head, it did not feel the slightest chill. Seeing the White Dragon King's subordinates gradually gather, it followed custom and untied the bag, pulling out lively Bullhorn Pomfret and freshly caught Red Blood Perch.
Jianghuai specialty: relaxes the sinews, invigorates the blood, builds muscle, and strengthens the bones.
They were all fine Treasure Fish just half a year old, incomparably delicious and not to be missed.
Eat fish, eat fish.
It had been delivered right before their eyes; not eating it would be a waste. Yet after taking two bites, the water beasts found that, just like last time, they were still inferior goods without the slightest flavor. A sharp-eyed sturgeon said, "What is at the bottom of your bag? Such dense treasure aura! You keep the good things from us and use two rotten Treasure Fish to fob us off?"
"There are good things? Let me see!"
"Black Dragon,