"Master, it agreed," Pura said.
Qin Ziwen nodded. He looked at the Fishman Leader again. The creature looked monstrous, with a green face and long fangs, but he seemed surprisingly easy to talk to.
"Pura, ask it if they have any Hunting Clan Fishmen."
After Pura relayed the question, the Fishman Leader shook its head.
It opened its mouth and said something. Qin Ziwen could sense a note of regret in its tone.
Pura sounded angry as she engaged in a heated, chattering exchange with the Fishman Leader.
Then, she turned to Qin Ziwen and said, "Master, it says the last Hunting Clan Fishman in the tribe was given away three years ago."
'Given away... So it seems this Fishman Tribe has invested its people elsewhere before.'
However, the mention of "three years ago" caught Qin Ziwen's attention.
'Let me think,' he mused. 'Whether it was the school or the Urban Village, all of us were transported within the same twenty-four-hour period. We're all from the same batch.'
