In the Mystic Sun World, a blue lake spanning over a thousand mu stretched out before them. Multicolored spirit fish chased one another through its waters, while a thousand-zhang-wide blue stone platform stood at the center.
Wang Changsheng and fourteen others sat at the edge of the stone platform, each holding a fishing rod. Their hooks were straight.
Liu Che sat to one side, holding a thick tome in his hands and reading with great interest.
After recounting his experiences in the Profound Spirit Grotto-heaven, Liu Che sparred with them, pointing out each of their shortcomings and having them improve. Then, each group joined forces against an enemy. For the remaining time, he had them fish here. He never said how many fish they had to catch, nor when they could stop.
Wang Changsheng held his breath and focused, his eyes fixed on the surface of the lake.
A red spirit fish circled near the hook, seemingly somewhat curious.
Wang Ruyan sat beside Wang Changsheng, calm and composed.
A breeze swept past, making the fishing line sway gently and scaring away the spirit fish.
Ning Lan's wrist jerked, and his fishing line whipped wildly through the air. It failed to ensnare a single spirit fish and instead frightened away those nearby.
More than a dozen Sound Transmission Talismans floated high in the air, but Liu Che acted as though he had not seen them.
Zhao Hong stared at the Sound Transmission Talismans in the void, his brows tightly furrowed. He said cautiously, "Martial Uncle Liu, why don't you see who sent them? What if one of them was sent by the Sect Master Grandmaster?"
Liu Che took a spirit tablet from his robes, its spiritual light flashing incessantly, and sent a Hand Seal into it. Chen Yueying's voice suddenly rang