Ye Qingting was pondering when a scream interrupted his thoughts.
"Ah, damn—!"
Cui Tianxiao's face contorted in pain, clutching his left hand tightly, with blood dripping from the gaps between his fingers.
"What happened?"
"Something bit me!"
Everyone gathered around as Ye Qingting pried open Cui Tianxiao's hand to see a half-inch-long wound on the palm, like it was cut with a sharp blade—clean and deep, exposing the tendons.
Blood dripped into the lake, and the calm surface suddenly started boiling like a pot.
Qi Ming pointed at the lake, exclaiming, "It's fish! Look, transparent fish!"
With his reminder, everyone finally noticed there were many thumb-sized flat little fish in the water, spurred by the scent of blood, darting around this area.
The tiny fish were transparent throughout, with silver eyes, bones, and internal organs. It took careful discernment to spot them in the shimmering water.
