The sunlight gradually turned orange, and the lotus leaves fluttered.
Tata stood on a pond stone, raised a claw, spun around, and showed off its heroic deeds to the great Water Beast general.
A breath away, just one breath away.
The bronze medal was within grasp.
The Big River Beaver didn't care about whatever medal Tata had, gold, silver, or bronze; it used to find them often in the Great Marsh, piled them up. It patted its tail, hugged a square wooden block, and examined it up and down, pondering where to start nibbling.
The Fat Catfish's eyes gleamed brightly, greatly moved, and it longed to contend for the title of the strongest.
It stealthily glanced at "Unable to Move" crawling out of the wall's shadow, chasing the sunlight.
This creature with cunning words and a pleasing countenance, full of deceitful talk, was even more detestable than the palace eunuch, Might!
To think it once again got ahead of itself, receiving the Heavenly God's enlightenment!
