The normally composed Round Head half-rose to his feet, his eyes glaring sideways with undisguised contempt.
Fat Catfish felt utterly despondent.
Liang Qu sighed.
He had even come across the high-interest fish.
Was Old Toad's possession so easily taken?
He had to expend all his wits just to earn a few big fish.
"Let's go by this morning's calculations," said Liang Qu, tapping on the ledger. "Fatty, Round Head, you are tied for first place, but this won't set a precedent."
Every day Fat Catfish visited the Frog Tribe and the Dragon people to scrounge for food and drink, accumulating quite a bit—the Snake Gallbladders he had earlier were all eaten by the Water Beasts.
Together in evolution, the amount of essence required was originally fifty thousand but now was just over thirty thousand.
Not much.
From Ze Rong to Water King Ape, the essence count dropped by fifty thousand.
