Pei Ye watched as that massive lump of blood and flesh sank, a faint mist of blood dispersing in the water, quickly vanishing in the ripples.
It drifted downward, becoming smaller and smaller, and then gradually disappeared — the water wasn't very clear, and Pei Ye hadn't realized it was this deep.
Until the rope was taut, the lump of fish catch hung beneath the small boat. No one spoke on the boat for a moment, the young men seemed somewhat tense, in the melancholic rain and cold fog, on the vast river surface, their lone boat seemed to enter a world with no response, an endless stretch of water below now bringing a sense of panic, causing the group to more starkly perceive the vastness and weight of these liquids.
