"I'm in a good mood today, let him escape," the fisherman flicked his fishing rod, hurling the bound Tian Xin outwards.
Tian Xin hastily got up and limped away, eager to leave that wretched place, not wanting to stay a second longer.
He had managed, through a mix of stealing and killing, to accumulate many possessions, but in one night, he was back to square one.
Lin Shen wanted to stop Tian Xin and ask him how to get to the seaside from the grassy slope, but after calling out once, Tian Xin ran even faster, ignoring his injuries and forcibly taking flight to flee.
"Come, come, don't waste time. Let me start teaching you the rod skill," the fisherman called to Lin Shen.
Lin Shen had no choice but to give up on the idea of chasing after Tian Xin, especially since the fisherman had said he would release him. It would be rude to insult the fisherman's dignity, after all, it was the fisherman who had captured him.
