inch by inch, inch by inch.

in the blink of an eye, a month passed, and Chizun was fluttering in the river for a whole month, but he couldn't find the three thousand year old eel. It's not that it isn't, but the shape of the old eel is similar to that of the common electric eel and thunder eel. They are all about ten feet long. It's difficult to identify them except the bright blue light of the whisker horn. At the same time, he has never met the old eel. How cunning the old eel is. The smell of Chizun is so powerful that they can feel it...