At this moment, the world before Zheng Fa's eyes reminded him of a small pond outside the Zhao Family's Manor.
Each spring and summer, the pond would teem with countless tiny fish.
Those fish were truly tiny; if you tried to scoop them up with your hands, they could slip away through the slightest gaps between your fingers.
As a child, Zheng Fa was a bit mischievous, occasionally tossing a stone into the pond just to watch the panicked scattering of the fish.
Now he felt that he was getting his comeuppance—
Because there were so many fish in front of him!
Looking around the small courtyard, he felt as though he had fallen into that little pond.
It seemed there were countless little fish swimming around him, their movements tracing bizarre patterns that closely resembled talismanic diagrams.
Or rather, they were probably the origin of talismanic diagrams.
