The wind blew upon the lotus flowers, causing ripples to form instantly.
"Are you the owner of this house?"
The Old Toad squatted in the pond, soaking half of its body, with the Fat Catfish attending at its side, and its two frog eyes filled with scrutiny.
Liang Qu stood atop the deck, folding his hands and bowing politely.
"The Frog Tribe are the true owners of this house."
"Croak, um, cough cough! Good!"
These words struck a chord with the Old Toad, almost prompting it to croak aloud.
It coughed twice, the previously scrutinizing gaze turning subtle, though not yet fully trusting, with three parts vigilance remaining.
The Human Race is despicable, cunning, and greedy!
The Frog Tribe is honest, hardworking, and kind!
One must never let down their guard for a moment and always remember...
"Ah..."
A sigh disrupted the Old Toad's train of thoughts, and it couldn't help but ask, "Why do you sigh?"
