"Wah la wah la!"
"Chi chi wah la cha cha!"
These fishmen bowed their heads in worship, seemingly having learned the act of kneeling from somewhere.
However, the sounds they produced were neither systematic nor linguistic.
It wasn't Fishman language, but rather the simplest meaningless noises!
"They clearly have some form of tribal system, yet don't even have the rudiments of a language system..."
Lin Ke frowned.
He waved his hand, and from the ground behind a fishman tent, a root with a few leaves flew over under the control of an invisible force.
With a surge of magic power, all the dirt and grime on the root were shaken off, including the outer skin.
Then Lin Ke's eyes emitted white light, and the root in his hand deflated rapidly as if a balloon had burst.
In just a few seconds, the root was reduced to nothing but powder.
At Lin Ke's level, eating no longer required the physical act of "eating" with the mouth.
