Light green brilliance drifted quietly through the valley.
Ever since the Hibiscus Sacred Tree awakened, this gentle radiance had filled every corner of the Spiritual Valley. It carried an incomparably pure vitality, soothing, nourishing, and calm. Even breathing within it made one feel as though their meridians were being gently washed by warm spring water.
Ethan sat by the lake, his posture relaxed.
The fishing rod in his hand trembled faintly.
His eyes flickered. With a smooth motion, he pulled the rod back.
Splash.
A palm-sized fish with shimmering, multicolored scales leapt from the water, wriggling wildly in midair before landing in the bucket with a crisp sound.
"Colorful ringfish."
Ethan glanced into the bucket and calmly counted.
Twenty.
Exactly twenty.
