The night was silent as water, and the starlight shone brilliantly without a word.
Only a group of mortals labored to carry enormous boxes; these boxes were crafted from special sinking wood, designed to retain the spiritual energy of the water within.
This type of sinking wood isn't difficult to cultivate and grows quite easily.
The only flaw being its considerable weight.
Adding to the not-so-lightweight of the Cyan Fish itself, a substantial number of mortals are needed to transport them.
Due to years of carrying these boxes, the shoulders of these mortals were slightly hunched, resembling a slightly bent bow.
"Speed up, we're approaching the Dragon Gate Festival. If there's any delay, none of you can bear the responsibility!" commanded the supervising Qi Cultivation Cultivator imperiously, a Flying Sword appearing in his hands.
It seemed that if the people moved too slowly, they might suffer a few strikes from the sword.
