Han Sanhe and the youth in black looked at each other, both at a loss for words. They knew that it was a lost cause and their hopes had been flushed down the drain.
"Perhaps this Thousand Feet Lake doesn’t actually have Qirin Fish." The youth in back grimaced as he unwillingly uttered what they were both thinking.
Han Sanhe frowned but could not bring himself to speak. He was puzzled about it as well, but he did not wish to lie to himself.
"If the Thousand Feet Lake doesn’t have any Qirin Fish, why did Ling Xiaozui come all the way here to fish?"
The youth spoke softly, almost as if to himself, "My master said that Ling Xiaozui had need of the Qirin Fish. Where Ling Xiaozui stopped to fish, there the Qirin Fish must exist."
"This is an unmistakable fact."