The Seven-Colored Dolphin—or perhaps Seven-Colored Whale was more fitting.
With the fallen serf balanced on its head, it headed toward Liszt's skiff. Its intentions were obvious: it wanted to deliver the serf onto the boat. Liszt did not move, but his body had already tensed. If the Seven-Colored Whale dared attack him, he would leap into the air without hesitation and have A Ke capture it.
However.
After inching closer to the skiff, the Seven-Colored Whale still showed no intent to attack. It was simply trying its best to save the man. Upon reaching the side of the skiff, it arched its head sharply and flung the serf straight aboard—the skiff was fairly large, and Liszt himself used his battle qi to keep it steady, so the serf did not smash it over.
Seeing that the serf was safely aboard.
The Seven-Colored Whale floated with its head above the water and cried happily, "Chirp-yo... chirp-yo..." Its call was somewhat like a magpie's, lilting in tone and ever-changing in timbre, rich with variations like human speech.
Sensing its delight.
Liszt relaxed as well. This enormous creature, eight or nine meters long, truly seemed quite close to humans. He quickly picked up a small fish from the bow and tossed it to the Seven-Colored Whale.
This little fish was a specialty of Pearl Lake, called Silver Stripe Fish. Its flesh was delicious, and it had become one of Liszt's daily staples.
The moment it saw the fish, the Seven-Colored Whale opened its mouth and caught it, then swallowed it whole. Who knew whether it had even tasted the flavor, but it seemed to enjoy it. It lingered beside the skiff, keeping its head above the water and gazing at Liszt with its little eyes.
Liszt was not stingy, and tossed it another