"Gurgle..."
Mousie was gradually sinking into the Yellow Spring, blowing out tons of bubbles.
The so-called fishing in eternity?
Turns out he was the bait!
How is this different from mechanical drudgery?
No wonder this lousy Beastmaster generously gave him twenty packs of potato chips, he thought it was a pang of conscience. Turns out, he just wanted Mousie to make a nest and fish for big fish underwater.
The most crucial part was, he unwittingly saved the Cultivator ten packs.
He got sold and was counting the money for the sale!
This is simply a scam. It's deceiving innocent young rats. It's even more evil than the Faceless Brotherhood. Heartless Cultivator.
"Whimper... Is it Mousie who has really disturbed your harmonious lives? I'm not worthy, so I'm just going to drown in these Yellow Springs..."
Mousie was full of resentment, wanting the Cultivator to know how painful it would be to lose him.