The Silk Grass Waters in front of them were now dried up. On the muddy riverbed, a dozen fish traps set up by Su Mu lay scattered around.
"Nannan, don't come over here yet."
Speaking, Su Mu rolled up his pants, stepped onto the mud, and walked toward the fish traps. With a wave of his hand, Spiritual Power erupted, uncovering the mud that buried the fish traps.
He lifted the mud-covered fish trap and found only a few fish carcasses inside. They appeared to be fine specimens of Treasure Fish, but they had died from long exposure to air.
Their flesh had already decayed, releasing waves of stench.
He checked the remaining fish traps, and all were similar. The Treasure Fish were caught, but due to the dryness of the waters, they had all died, and some even rotted.
This area was a small pond, about 3,000 square meters in size, not large.
