The Fishman Elder Priest asked the guest when he obtained this piece of divination.
The guest replied, 'I want to see it with my own eyes.'
From any perspective, this was a classic case of 'answering irrelevantly,' but in this smoke-filled fishskin tent, Zheng Qing's somewhat vague answer did not raise any questions.
No adult wizard present misunderstood.
Everyone's gaze shifted collectively to the stone altar at the end of the long table—Zheng Qing, while observing the stone altar, also glanced at the small Fishman choir, remembering that their hymns would be required for the upcoming ceremony.
Just this glance sent a chill down his spine.
The small Fishmen weren't acting out; they were locked in a staring contest with Poseidon, each testing their endurance. What chilled Zheng Qing were the two cats—the Black Gem Cat and White Jade Cat were still playing their paw-stacking game, but now, between their paws, appeared a sudden tip of a tail.
A green, furry tip of a tail.
