"It actually looked me in the eye! Such spirited eyes! As if it's not a fish, but a human!"
Just as Li Jing's portly body hit the water, a young man leaped up in surprise and said with a shocked face. However, before he finished speaking, he felt a heavy slap on the back of his head.
"Nonsense, that's not a fish! That's the River God, sir!"
The words came from an elderly fisherman with white hair and beard, full of excitement.
Everyone was astonished, and someone couldn't help but ask: "The River God, sir?"
Seeing everyone looking at him, the old fisherman nodded repeatedly, and with certainty in his voice, he said: "When I was very small, my great-grandfather told me, within Qingshui River, there is a River God with the body of a fish and dragon horns, whose cry sounds just like that of an old bull!"
As the old fisherman spoke these words, a roar resembling that of an old bull came from the river.
