Swish.
Black fog swirled, sweeping three feet above the ground, drifting by.
The white treasure fish fled in fright, but didn't swim away; its tail was pinched by clawed webs, leaving a trail of bubbles.
Old Toad pinched the treasure fish and captured it into the Qiankun Bag.
Even a small mosquito is meat, passing by without missing it.
"Left, right, up, down, burrow underground!"
Inside the Frost White Palace.
Jade Qilin breathed out white mist, its long whiskers floating without wind.
The eyes, which were originally closed in rest, opened a narrow gap of deep blue.
...
In Qing Gong Bay, toasts and drinks exchanged, the banquet was in full swing.
The Third Prince manifested his thousand-foot self, circling around the side hall, his belly puffed out and mouth smeared with oil.
"Unable to Move" continued to devour, swinging his two fists which left residual shadows.
Su Guishan raised his glass and sang aloud.
