Ten Thousand Miles of Clouds and Mist, Martial Arts B-Rank New Instance Character

The slender, white fish shot out of the water along the line.

"Grandpa,"

The little boy watched the fish dancing in the rain curtain, then looked excitedly at the old man beside him. "I caught one!"

"Good, good, good."

The old man took a plastic bag from his pocket and slowly crouched down, scooping a bagful of river water from the rain curtain. Then he reached out to catch the little fish flying through the air, removed the hook, and placed it in the bag.

Then he smiled at the little boy, who was excitedly waving his fishing rod, and gave him a thumbs-up. "That was amazing."

"Hehe."

The little boy happily wiggled his body.

The drizzling rain pattered against the two old straw hats, one large and one small, worn by the old man and the child.

"Are we going home now?"

The old man carried the bag containing the fish in one hand and extended his weathered palm toward the little boy.

"Okay!"

The little boy excitedly took that hand. Then he rubbed his stomach and looked up at the old man. "Grandpa, I'm a little hungry."

"How about we go back and make fish soup?"

The old man smiled and picked up the conversation.

"Okay!"

The little boy became excited once more.

The two staggering figures, one large and one small, gradually vanished amid the drizzling rain.

He Ao withdrew his gaze from the two of them, looked down at the huge white fish in his hand, then turned to look at the rain mist dispersing in the air and tossed the fish into the empty bucket behind him.

Then he raised his head, his gaze passing through the dim, rain-veiled sky toward the faint dawn light at the horizon.

The sound of wind, human voices, falling