Xiao Jiu asked Yan Chen again, "What kind of spirit fish were those young masters demanding? Where do they usually come from?"
"This..." Yan Chen was somewhat embarrassed. He truly was not familiar with the spirit fish native to Xi Yu Lake, so he hurriedly opened his Spirit Hiding Bag for Xiao Jiu to inspect.
After only two glances, Xiao Jiu clapped her hands. "These are Siming Spirit Fish. They are a species found only below the thirty-li water layer of Xi Yu Lake. They live year-round in dark waters, and their eyes have degenerated, but once removed and refined, they are among the best materials for cultivating certain ocular arts."
"Thirty li?"
Yan Chen was startled. At that depth, aside from Yu Ci and Xiao Jiu, any of their Tianfa Ling Sect disciples who went there would die. No exceptions.
"You should go back first with Senior Brother Fan Ping and the others. My brother and I will take a look..."
"There's no rush." Yu Ci, who had been silent for quite some time, suddenly spoke. "Let's ask a few more questions."
Ask whom? Ask the fish? The words nearly slipped out of Yan Chen's mouth, but within only a few breaths, he stood there dumbfounded. A figure was struggling through the dark water, somehow being "delivered" right before them.
The reason "delivered" was used was that although the man flailed his limbs wildly, it was as though some invisible hand in the water had seized him by the throat. Up close, his face had already been suffocated into a bluish-purple shade. No one knew where Yu Ci had dragged this unlucky fellow from.
Xiao Jiu frowned but said nothing. Yu Ci, meanwhile, spoke in a deep voice.
"Who arranged for you to follow the Tianfa Ling Sect disciples?"