High above the nine heavens, the Heavenly Dao clutched its swollen, red fingers and wept silently.
"My Image Projection Stone..." It cradled the still-flailing crab, "Which cost three hundred years of incense offerings..."
Suddenly, the crab spoke in a human voice: "Dare to snap another picture, and I'll turn you into a piranha next time!" With a "poof," it dissolved into a wisp of blue smoke and vanished.
Chapter 89