Miyoshi Xuesen really couldn't swim, which added another fatal weakness to his list; a washbasin could easily drown this monk.
In the end, it was Chen Fei who fished him out, dragging him by the neck and shaking him a few times on the shore. Pitter-patter, seven or eight fish of varying sizes fell out from his monastic robe; there were even some in his crotch. His loincloth might as well not have been there—it was simply too much to look at.
Fish love the stinkiest and foulest things—the bigger the smell, the stronger their attraction.
"Pff!~"
The monk rolled his eyes and struggled to spit out a mouthful of water. He looked towards the little girl who was still munching on roasted fish, and stammered, "Who are you?"
He, a dignified A-level dark elemental psychic, even though most of his psi skills were focused on others, wasn't supposed to be so easily controlled.
