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The mountains and rivers are trivial; what matters most is meeting a true friend!

The Old Toad looked up at the sky, feeling that the hot spring was too scorching today, turning his frog skin completely loose and relaxed.

The staff at the Fishing Tax Office were numerous and capable, yet lamentably, none but the Frog Duke could wish him well without ailment, nor was there another who understood him so well!

Strike while the iron is hot.

A thought struck Liang Qu.

Whoosh!

Otter Kai lifted the wooden bucket, poured warm water, wrung out a towel, folded it into a square, and scrubbed the Old Toad's back.

The Big River Beaver also set aside the stick in his hand, and rhythmically slapped the toad's back with his tail.

The Old Toad stretched out comfortably, spreading out evenly.

Seeing the mood was right, Liang Qu cut to the chase.

"Frog Duke, it's been two months since we parted, and today, I come with a personal agenda and a great matter to request."