Yue Qingzhu looked at Yi Chen's expression, laughed playfully, and walked to the other side of the pond, where she too brought out a bamboo chair and a fishing rod to get started.
"Yi Taoist, what do you think of the current state of Dragon Tiger Mountain?" she asked lightly, eyes on the float in the pond.
Seeing her as a fellow fisher, and considering she was his master's cherished niece, Yi Chen replied perfunctorily, "Naturally, it's at its zenith."
"Do you mean to say that Dragon Tiger Mountain is about to decline? That's quite in line with what I've observed," Yue Qingzhu's laughter chimed like silver bells as a large carp got hooked.
"Heh heh, whatever you think," Yi Chen's mindset underwent a slight change, and he baited another spot.
