"Enough, Frog Duke, Otter Kai isn't wrong. I've been obsessed, and three divinations still yield no additional results." Liang Qu grabbed the crawling Otter Kai from the ground and rubbed his temples.
"Alright then, if you need more divination, remember to find me." The Old Toad patted his belly, "Without spending Copper Coins, you can't get results."
"Naturally, it's getting late. Frog Duke, you should return to the pond to rest. There are plans for tomorrow."
"Absolutely, absolutely."
The Old Toad adjusted his belt, pulling up the sinking Qiankun Bag.
The Qiankun Bag can store items but cannot change their weight inside; the more it holds, the heavier it gets. Liang Qu vaguely remembered, before attending the banquet, the Old Toad didn't adjust his belt so frequently...
"Creak."
The hinges turned, the door closed.
The lights were dim, flickering.
The slender shadow of the candlestick pointed towards the corner of the table, overlapping with the silhouette behind the mat.
