Time marches on, years pass like an arrow, and a hundred years have quickly come and gone.
The Blackwater River remains the Blackwater River, yet much has changed.
"Lord Dragon King's procession is setting off!"
Gongs and drums thunder, firecrackers burst in unison as myriad common folks gather at the bank of the Blackwater River to stroll through the temple fair and worship the Dragon King.
Eight burly men lift a stone statue of the Dragon King, parading it through the streets.
Moreover, numerous farmers come to the fish farm, pouring down sacks of fish food.
Within the waters of the river, a multitude of fish scramble for the food, including some gigantic creatures and even Spirit Monsters.
But the people are accustomed to these sights, minding only their task of pouring down the fish food, with children watching alongside, pointing and exclaiming, their laughter unending.
"I wonder if Lord Dragon King will make an appearance tonight?"
