Just as Chu Sheng and Wang Er finished their trade, far away on the endless ocean, the Six-Eyed Flying Fish kept gliding over the surface on the sea breeze.
The Quick-Dry Shirt Man kept giving directions, with a group gathered around him. Ling Yun stood at the fish's head, watching ahead while guarding against attacks from Anomalies.
Out on the ocean, Anomalies were everywhere.
They flew in the sky, floated on the surface, and swam beneath the water.
Their attacks came in an endless stream.
"We're not far now. You can have the Six-Eyed Flying Fish slow down."
The Quick-Dry Shirt Man sensed their position, then spoke to the others.
Hearing that, someone beside him immediately said, "In that case, I'll go ask Old Wang to slow the Six-Eyed Flying Fish down."
Then he burst out laughing. "Hahaha! If we don't slow down, it'd be bad if the Six-Eyed Flying Fish ran over those Slimes or whatever like they were speed bumps."
Everyone else laughed too.
At the sound of laughter behind her, the corners of Ling Yun's mouth lifted.
Just then, however, Old Wang, who was still fishing for the Black Tortoise at the fish's tail, suddenly fell flat on his face.
"Ah, fuck!"
"Did the damn thing get off the hook?!"
"My Fishing Line snapped?!"
He had been putting all his strength into playing his catch. When the Fishing Line was cut, he toppled backward and rolled several times across the ground, ending up looking thoroughly disheveled.
The commotion drew the attention of everyone gathered on the fish's back. Seeing the state he was in, the Quick-Dry Shirt Man asked, "Old Wang, what happened?"
"Even with a rod and Fishing Line made from your sequence, your catch can still get off the hook?"
Old Wang climbed to his