Deep within Lake Heart Island, in a quiet cove.
He Yuzhou, Sect Leader of the Wutai Sect, still sat cross-legged upon a large, flat stone. He held a green bamboo fishing rod, his aura completely merged with the surrounding landscape.
The water rippled without a sound as a figure in plain white robes materialized from the mist, appearing silently on a stone beside him and casting a line into the water as well.
The two sat in silence for a moment, the only sounds being the rustle of the wind through the treetops and the soft lapping of the lake against the shore.
Suddenly, He Yuzhou's fishing rod dipped slightly. The tip tapped the surface, sending out a circle of ripples.
With a steady flick of his wrist, he pulled a plump, silver-scaled fish from the water. It struggled, glinting in the sunlight.
He Yuzhou expertly unhooked the fish and placed it in the basket beside him, his movements unhurried.
