Canglang State.
Within Shenyu Palace.
An elder with dusk nearing was holding a wooden fishing rod, intently watching the koi swimming delightfully in the pond.
One end of the white silk line was connected to the fishing rod, while the other naturally dangled down without a fishhook.
He had been motionless for a long time, his body gathering dust and even a small lizard lying on his back, its cheeks puffing and contracting.
Standing quietly behind him was a young man.
It was after a long while that the elder slowly opened his eyes, a sharp light shot out, and ripples spread across the water's surface.
"What is it?"
The young man hastened to nod, first offering congratulations:
"Congratulations, Sect Master, for your strength has improved further."
"During the time the Sect Master was in secluded cultivation, many things have happened at the Qianyuan Grand Competition, Elder Zhang Shunlong... is dead."
"Dead?"
