A small pond filled with Purple Gold Lotuses.
The petals shimmered with gold against their purple hue, a breathtaking sight.
In the pond's depths, a small fish swayed.
Despite its size, the fish's scales were even more radiant than the Purple Gold Lotuses, gleaming with a golden light that filled one with an inherent sense of joy and opulence.
Lu Qingshan gazed intently at that golden little fish.
As if sensing Lu Qingshan's gaze, the golden fish suddenly leaped upwards, attempting to escape the confines of this pond and reach a wider sky.
Yet some invisible force seemed to repeatedly buffet the golden fish back into the pond.
The golden fish, undeterred, continued its attempts, while Lu Qingshan watched with growing anticipation.
As he watched, a gentle breeze rustled the lotus leaves, escalating into a larger wind that churned the entire pond into chaos.
How could a golden-scaled fish be content in a pond?
