"Um, can we really go back to the way we were?"
Leading the group was a frog woman with smooth skin. Her voice had changed, no longer sounding like a young girl's, with a faint croaking undertone.
Ever since she had become a Frog-Headed Person, her skin had grown smoother. She felt it was far too smooth, and every time she looked in the mirror, she felt her face had grown all wrong. It shouldn't have looked like that.
Fear kept her awake every night. Even with a frog's head, the exhaustion she showed was impossible to hide.
"I can only say I'll do my best. But don't worry. If this doesn't work, there's a backup plan to change you back. You don't need to worry," Ke Meng replied.
Until the fishing test succeeded, there was no way to guarantee it would work.
Still, hearing Ke Meng's assurance gave the frog girl a little confidence.
"What should I do, ribbit?" the frog girl asked.
"It's simple. You just need to sit here and fish. I'll tell you what to do in a moment."
Ke Meng guided her step by step. The Famous Person's Fishing Rod was already lying on the sand. It was predominantly black, with a gradient of deep blue at the butt and a gradual transition to purple at the tip. The entire middle section was black.
There was a line of incomprehensible foreign writing on the butt of the rod. Ke Meng couldn't read what it meant, but studying it vaguely brought the words "fish hater" to mind. He didn't know whether that was its actual name or some famous person's title.
The frog girl sat on a folding chair and looked at the extremely long fishing rod at her feet.
The rod was very long, roughly