To a certain Bai, investigating the Evil Cult and the Phoenix divine traces was merely a pastime.
Her true body was trapped within the ice of Sky Pillar Peak, unable to move. Yet through her projected consciousness link, she could wander freely through the Myriad Worlds. It was quite delightful, with not the slightest sense of urgency. She only needed to endure a few hundred or thousand years; once she ate the sun, she could go forth and slaughter in all directions.
After finishing her tedious work, she decided that the gloomy rain that had been falling for three days should end at once.
The rain gradually stopped.
Pushing open the window, she saw mountain peaks rising abruptly from the flat ground and plunging into thick mist. Swallows skimmed over the rice paddies, while farmers rolled up their trouser legs and entered the fields to pull weeds.
Bai Yujun changed into lighter clothing and picked up her Fishing Rod.
The maid skillfully brought along a small stool and snacks, while the diligent servant took out the earthworms prepared long ago.
With two maids in tow, she strolled out the door, descended the steps carved along the bank, and arrived at her own exclusive fishing platform.
She tossed a handful of moldy grain into the water, then unhurriedly arranged the table, chairs, and stools, carefully adjusting the float and hook.
The rod was made from slender bamboo. When she had gone deep into the mountains to play while riding Fat Tiger, she had found a patch of Spirit Bamboo and selected one stalk to make into a rod. It was flexible and sturdy. The fishing line was Spirit Silkworm Silk she had traded for with Failed Pills. As a true fishing enthusiast, a certain Bai naturally chose professional fishing gear.
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