Nie Shangheng asked, "What traces?"
Pei Ye pointed to the bows and sterns of the other ships, to the tilted casks and broken masts, and the collapsed gunwales: "Weren't those just pressed by the body of the Tiger Flood Dragon? The Rhino Flood Dragon, meanwhile, left no trace."
Nie Shangheng paused for a moment, "Please clarify, what indentation...Tiger Flood Dragon, Rhino Flood Dragon—what are those?"
"... "
Pei Ye stared at him blankly, a tingling coldness rose throughout his body. He lowered his head again, opened his mouth, but words did not come out—five ships were as good as new, the traces he pointed to vanished completely, as if they had never borne the weight of the Water Lord's opened carcass.
The rain poured hard.
"Mr. Pei, has the intelligence not matched here?" Nie Shangheng noticed something amiss with him, "If there's anything you alone know, it's best to compare quickly."
The man's voice was steady and solid, but Pei Ye only felt fear looking at him.
