"Hurry up and fish them out!"
"Be careful! Don't let the thousand paper cranes get wet! And absolutely do not damage them! Whoever tears one, pack your bags and get out of here!"
"Don't crease them either! In short, make sure they come up in their original state! Not a single one is allowed to be missing!"
The man's gritty, commanding voice echoed in the night.
Each instruction was more domineering than the last.
The people fishing for items in the water were trembling with apprehension, terrified a small mistake might cost them their jobs.
At the same time, they were increasingly puzzled. Why was Master Jue so fixated on these seemingly unimpressive thousand paper cranes? They'd been fishing them out for ages but couldn't find anything particularly extraordinary about them.
