The huge fish slapped across Wei Ranshu's face with such force that for one terrible and beautiful second, the whole world seemed to stop and watch.
The sound was crisp.
Too crisp.
So crisp that even the lion cubs in Shi Yan's basket went still and stared with their round little eyes, as if their tiny cub souls had just witnessed history being written in front of them.
And really, that was exactly what had happened.
Because this was not just any random fish slap.
This was the rat princess, the same rat princess who had chased this peacock beastman for years like she had lost her mind, standing in the middle of the village path and slapping him across the face with a fish.
A bird.
Slapped by a fish.
Even the heavens should have laughed.
