"Do you know what I dislike most about you? You never look back."
"Huh? What?"
Chen Xuantian awoke from the darkness, looking bewildered as he lifted his head and glanced back at the carp behind him.
Yes, a carp. Behind Chen Xuantian was a white carp speaking to him through bubbles. Its body was covered in scales as pure as fresh snow, each one thin enough to be translucent, as if the edges of the fish scales were trimmed with the finest silver thread.
As it swam, thousands of scales glimmered, like jade petals trembling in the shimmering light, resembling a veil of white silk or a back covered with overnight snow. In the pitch-black, boundless ink pool, it was especially conspicuous.
