The scoundrels and Xia Fan got on a mid-sized shuttle that the machinist had retrofitted and soon arrived at the edge of a forest far away from the ancient tomb.
The shuttle came to a stop and everyone disembarked, to find the fisherman sitting on a large slab of granite, holding a wooden fishing rod in hand.
Though there was no lake or fishes here, the fisherman nevertheless adopted a posture like he was fishing.
Fisherman grandpa!" Xia Fei ran over and smiled at the fat and squat fisherman, saying, "Thank you for all your hard work. For the sake of my coming-of-age ceremony, I'm afraid you haven't slept all night, have you?"
The fisherman rubbed Xia Fan's sturdy arm softly as he made light of the fact, "It's no problem at all. Grandpa doesn't feel it's hard work at all, though my little ones have been busy the entire night."
