Black Flood Dragon King of Great Salt Lake
"Another batch here to throw away their lives!"
The Hat Old Man, who was fishing, spoke indifferently.
The slender fishing rod seemed to be made of bamboo. Its polished surface gleamed with age; it was clearly an old object that had endured for many years, yet it still stood straight and firm. The fishing line hanging from its tip was crystal clear and vanished completely beneath the water.
In the transparent lake water, countless tiny insects gathered and scattered, drifting with the waves and glowing with flickering blue light.
Deeper down, expanses of emerald water grass swayed gently. Fish of all sizes darted among them, unusually lively.
Because the Great Salt Lake was too salty, there were few fish aside from the astonishing number of brine shrimp. Only in spring did the number of fish increase, while winter was precisely when their numbers were lowest. Fish were rarely seen at all.
The blue-glowing insects along the shore, the luxuriant water grass in the deep water, and the barely visible schools of fish were clearly the work of the defectors from the Nine Provinces Xuan Association.
Almost every Wizard was a specialist biologist, possessing heights and experience in their own fields that ordinary people could hardly reach.
The tall, powerfully built middle-aged man asked respectfully, "Hall Master, are we still leaving it to the people from the Iron Hand Society?"
"Iron Mountain, stop calling me Hall Master. I'm no longer Mao Yin of the Twelve Earthly Branches!"
The Hat Old Man did not turn his head. His tone remained completely unchanged as he continued, "The previous batch should be almost entirely dead by now, right? If they had been smart enough to surrender, they might have been able to return alive! What a