"I... was wrong..."
Old Yu looked at Mo Hua, tears streaming down his face.
"Young master, it was my fault, I shouldn't have ignored your words..."
"I was too greedy."
Old Yu slapped himself hard, "Why am I so... insatiably greedy?"
"I deserve to die..."
Old Yu's eyes were bloodshot, his face filled with remorse.
The surrounding elders were taken aback, exchanging bewildered glances.
Mo Hua's gaze narrowed slightly, and he asked softly, "Uncle Yu, what exactly happened?"
Old Yu lowered his eyes, his face conflicted. Finally, as if his body had been drained of all strength, he no longer resisted and sighed in surrender, "That day, I listened to your words, young master, and found them quite reasonable. People must learn contentment and not ask the River God endlessly for favors."
"I decided then and there to no longer raise blood fish, stop offerings to the River God, and stop making wishes to it..."