"Yesterday's fishing was for yesterday, today's fishing is for today. Of course I had to come."
The Old Fisherman smiled serenely and carried his fishing basket to his previous spot, where a small depression remained from his stool sitting there so long yesterday.
"How was it? Did you catch anything last night?"
The Old Fisherman asked casually, but his words carried two layers of meaning.
Li Hao had not gotten a bite last night. He shook his head. "No, but there's been some movement."
"Oh?"
The Old Fisherman chuckled, understanding what Li Hao meant. "That's already quite good. Being able to sense movement in my fishing ground shows talent."
"You flatter me, Senior."
Li Hao scratched his head. If he truly had talent, he should have already touched upon the twelfth grade mind realm by now.
But he had already grasped the threshold of a domain, and each domain contained laws unique to its owner. He still had some way to go before he could find a flaw in someone else's laws and catch a "fish" of his own.
"Fishing is a profound field of study, young man. Take your time understanding it."
The Old Fisherman laughed freely, then took out his Golden Rod and began fishing in the lake.
Li Hao said nothing more and lowered his head in quiet contemplation.
Time flowed on, and another day passed in a blink. Today, the Old Fisherman caught another two fish, different from yesterday's pair. Yet in Li Hao's perception, the lake was utterly empty. He knew he still had not found the true world concealed by the laws within the other man's domain.
When the moon rose, the old man got up to leave again. Li Hao reeled in his line as well and bade him farewell.
"You're not going