Black Pot

A river laid beyond the grasslands.

Silvery fish glided through the flowing river, each one lively and vibrant, leaping out of the water occassionally, their motions as alluring as they were tantalizing to the eye.

"I've sinned, how could such erring thoughts cross the mind of a person who has mastered the True Bodhi Tactic as I?" Fang Ning sighed and shook his head. 

Ignoring his pretentiousness, Sir System walked into the river, and all the silvery fish vanished just like that.

"I see that you're not going to be satisfied until you've cleared this entire place out!" Fang Ning exclaimed, almost with a hint of admiration.

"It's a shame that I won't be able to do so even if I wanted to, this place is disappearing quickly, looks like the Culinary God's powers is so limited that he can't even create a long-lasting grotto-heaven bequeathal." Sir System lamented.

"I apologize if I've disappointed you with my paltry powers..."