The mist in the Purple Clear Pond seemed to have dissipated, and Shen Zhui's eyes were constantly filled with the sight of many robust fishes.
Some were golden-whiskered and purple-backed, some were golden-backed and purple-whiskered, some were entirely golden and others were somewhat purple and somewhat red.
These swimming fishes, either leisurely at their own pace or clashing with others. Some even led small fishes, occupying an area of the pond. Others were busy devouring the nearby small fish.
All these large fishes possessed some unique characteristics, some of these fishes even had remarkably lifelike expressions, which surprised Shen Zhui endlessly.
The water rippled as the fishes stirred, their sounds echoing loudly.
He even noticed some fish shadows deeper in the pond, and to keep track of their numbers, he cast his spiritual sense deeper into the pond.
His spiritual sense travelled downward.
