The iron-blue stars hung high, and the night sky was exceptionally clear.
The Fat Catfish clawed at bones, gnawing askew with its furry neck, its tail flicking shadows.
All was silent.
The Beaver Family sat squatting by the pond, their paws prying out big thorns, and they hugged roasted fish to nibble on.
Long Binglin gazed at the starry sky, feeling a surge of excitement.
Liang Qu's invitation to stay the night was a tremendous honor for the Dragon people!
How could one sleep on such a night?
Looking around at all the spiritually rich Sprite Monsters by the pond bank, Long Binglin, with his upper body bare, scooped up a wooden bucket of water from the pond in the garden and poured it over his head.
Splash!
The cold water rinsed over his bulging muscles like a stream rushing through mountain rocks.
All the way to the bottom, squeezing into the crevices of pond stones and flowing back into the pool, stirring up white foam.
