Qiao Mu's theory turned out to be accurate. In reality, the massive fish was surprisingly lethargic, having taken up residence here for several centuries to indulge in a routine of eating, sleeping, and eating again. It had chosen not to budge an inch.
Had it not been for the intrusion of someone seeking the inherent water, the chances of anyone stumbling into its sphere of influence and being pulled into its cavernous belly were infinitesimal.
Now that it had vanished from their field of vision, they could abandon any hopes of locating it within their lifetimes, as long as it remained concealed.
"You, you!" Zhongli Zhiwei's anger was pushing her to the brink of collapse. Her trembling finger was pointed at the young crown prince consort, and the word "you" was stuck on repeat, yet she couldn't manage to utter anything more.
Qiao Mu's sharp gaze intersected with her petrified state. "Are you no longer attached to your finger?"
