There was no telling how long it had been, but the path of rock that Su Ping had restrained was loosened all of a sudden. It immediately dashed away.
Su Ping, on the other hand, stopped chasing it since he was busy contemplating.
A long while later—
Golden light gradually surfaced on his body, then gathered to form a golden thread; it was none other than the path of rock.
"The perfect path of rock…" Su Ping mumbled in disbelief.
Earlier on, he had hoped to ask the four Superior Gods about the way to grasp a perfect path. He knew that the chances were quite slim. He had hoped to learn from them, but he didn't really think they could teach him such a concept.
Paths must be taught easily.
Even Superior Gods were limited to merely offering him a look; they couldn't simply stuff the fish in his mouth.
Whether or not he could catch any fish depended entirely on his aptitude.
