The night wind howled, causing the wild grass to sway and rustle.

Above the vast lake, figures stood with smiles in their eyes, seemingly quite content.

"Tsk, it's a pity to fail oneself, but it's others' success that truly makes one restless."

"Indeed, indeed. That Divination Sect young friend caught a crow's beak, which must have been swallowed by that treasure fish by accident. It's just a shame the fish got away, leaving only the beak."