Yet the little maid behind Feng Qianyue watched Yi Feng's earlier movements in confusion, then stared with sparkling eyes as he left.
A moment later.
After confirming that he had gone and vanished from sight, Feng Qianyue, who had appeared as still as an ancient well, finally could no longer sit still.
She rose and, light as an immortal maiden, swept forward in a flash, landing directly where Yi Feng had been fishing. Lowering her head, she carefully examined the area.
Fish scales were scattered across the ground.
The scales were golden-red, glittering brightly.
At the sight of those golden-red scales, Feng Qianyue's eyelids twitched.
Yet scales alone were not enough to determine what kind of fish Yi Feng had caught, so she searched nearby for more clues.
Just then.
She discovered a small pool beside her.
This pool had been dug by Yi Feng earlier when his fish basket could no longer hold any more fish, serving as a temporary place to keep them.
At that moment, a fish floated in the pool, its pale belly tinged with red and turned upward. It had clearly been dead for quite some time, without the slightest trace of spiritual energy remaining in its body.
But upon seeing that belly, Feng Qianyue's delicate body began to tremble.
Because what lay before her looked far too much like the legendary dragonfish...
To uncover the truth, she, who had never let her ten fingers touch spring water, disregarded the filth and plunged her jade-like hand directly into the pool, fishing out the dead fish.
The dead fish was slightly longer than a palm, golden-red all over. Though it was already dead, its scales still shimmered faintly, displaying the extraordinariness it had possessed in life.
But that was not what truly struck Feng Qianyue's nerves.