The Treasure-hunting Water Beast's body was clearly still in the shallow water, yet stepping on it did not give the slick sensation typical of fish. Instead, it felt dry and rough like a creature from the desert, with an uneven surface—In short, it lacked any characteristics of aquatic life.
When He Qing stepped on it, although she didn't use much force, it was definitely not a light touch. The pressure on the beast's back made its blurred face, already hard to discern any features, distort even more. Its slender body twisted painfully, its muscles contracting, ready to burst forth. However, upon touching He Qing's pale ankles, it suddenly rubbed against her submissively, its voice becoming even more pitiful, "Master..."
