It was early morning.
Small snowflakes were fluttering down.
In front of the gate of Wuzhuang Temple.
Lu Wufei was bidding farewell to his two senior brothers, Qing Feng, and Ming Yue.
"Little brother is leaving us again..."
Ming Yue, stroking the head of Little White in his arms, turned to Lu Wufei and said, "Thinking back, the scene when you just returned and gave me the fish and conch still feels vivid, as if it just happened recently..."
Lu Wufei chuckled, "Senior brother, you have a better memory than me..."
"Little brother, the fish and conch are pretty good..."
Ming Yue continued, but then his tone shifted as he started blushing, "Little brother, when you leave the mountain, could you help me find a fishing rod, preferably one with special abilities like the fish and conch?"
As soon as he finished talking.
"Special abilities..."
Lu Wufei hesitated a bit upon hearing, what special abilities could a fishing rod possibly have?
