Feng Kucha sighed wistfully, "Lao Mo... he's just too kind!"
Zhao Ci nodded in complete agreement. "Isn't that the truth?"
Zhang Da Yong: "..."
'Right, right, right!'
'So, so kind!'
Zhao Ci looked at the Child Scholars and the Boatwoman. They were all utterly exhausted. Now that they were back in town, they started wiping away their tears.
He pointed to the execution platform in the distance. "You're back just in time. The Carp Spirit is being flayed alive right now. If you can still manage, you can go have a look."
At his words, the exhausted crowd suddenly found a new surge of energy, their eyes burning with rage.
"What?"
"The Carp Spirit was caught?"
"That bastard has finally been caught!"
"Let's go!"
"It nearly killed us! I'm going to get a slice in, too!"
The large group of Child Scholars swarmed over.
The crowd erupted into chaos.
The Child Scholars were fixated on seeing the fish butchered.
But other people were fixated on them.
