Listening to Old Swan's nearly delirious, crazed ranting.
Feng Shan really wanted to follow the Inuit custom and shove the old coot into the Ice Sea. 'So old, yet still so damn loud. My ears are killing me.'
Once the net was hauled in, the boat's hold was filled with struggling, plump whitefish.
Old Swan was grinning from ear to ear. He picked up a short club and went around bonking each of the live fish on the head.
The rest of the work didn't require Feng Shan's involvement. He just had to wait quietly for the Witchcraft Bone Ring to gather Soul Power.
Ever since his body had been enhanced to its limit by Soul Power, Feng Shan had been controlling the Witchcraft Artifact to stop channeling any more into him. He was saving it all up to take home and feed the Fire Seed.
The sky gradually darkened.
The waves on the sea grew larger.
Feng Shan stopped Old Swan from casting the net again.
