Gaa—!
The flocks of bar-headed geese scattered, brown-headed gulls chirped, two waves of water birds flapped their wings and flew high, abandoning the silver-scaled small fish in their claws to rush to the land; the giant in the morning mist made them anxious and uneasy.
Detecting an unknown entity approaching from behind, the Fighting Hand shouted and swayed, as the looming mast tilted left and right, dodging to both sides to avoid collision.
"Om Mani Padme Hum! What is it? How can it be so big? Is it getting closer?"
"Mojie Fish! We should kneel and worship!" The old man clasped his hands, raising them above his head.
"I would say it's Qu Song! A demon that eats people!"
The quiet morning became noisy and clamorous; the fishermen, porters, and herders at the wharf all stopped, densely surrounding the Blue Lake, curiously peeking and whispering.
For half a day, they couldn't make out anything; someone looked at the young warrior in the crowd, starting a commotion.
