There was a lake in the backyard next to the Qingzhou Academy, where Ye Futian lived.
There was an old tree next to the lake. Ye Futian was sitting under the tree fishing at the moment. When a fish was hooked, Ye Futian would pull the rod, while Xia Qingyuan would take the fishing line and put the caught fish into the bucket.
She was tremendously happy with living such a normal life. Grinning from ear to ear, she said, "This one is bigger than the previous one."
"It looks like we will be having a feast later," Ye Futian responded with a smile.
Time slowly passed as Ye Futian continued fishing. Soon, he closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.
Xia Qingyuan was sitting and waiting quietly.
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On the continent far away from the Nine States, there was a hut in a quiet valley surrounded by a snow-capped and uninhabited mountain range. At that time, a sage-like old man was sitting outside the hut and fishing.
