Faced with Ink Mountain Painting Immortal's mockery, Li Zhōujūn merely smiled calmly and said nothing.
Seeing this, Ink Mountain Painting Immortal went from her earlier sneering state to one of helplessness.
It wasn't as though Li Zhōujūn could keep wasting time here with her.
"I don't know where my master is either," Ink Mountain Painting Immortal said glumly. "But she definitely isn't on the Central Continent."
"I see..." Seeing that Ink Mountain Painting Immortal didn't look like she was lying, Li Zhōujūn stopped pressing her. "Send me out."
"With your strength, do you still need me to send you out?" Ink Mountain Painting Immortal's lips twitched.
Even as she spoke, however, Ink Mountain Painting Immortal hurriedly sent Li Zhōujūn out as though she were sending away a plague god.
Perhaps this was what people meant when they said that the mouth could say no while the body was being perfectly honest.
When Li Zhōujūn opened his eyes again, he was still sitting in his fishing pose. The only difference was that a fluffy white rabbit had curled up beside his feet and fallen asleep.
"Huh?" Li Zhōujūn was somewhat surprised. He reached out and poked the little white rabbit's fluffy cheek.
The white rabbit's body shifted. It turned its head away, presented its back to Li Zhōujūn, and continued sleeping.
From Li Zhōujūn's angle, the white rabbit looked like a fluffy ball.
"Now that's sleeping soundly." Li Zhōujūn chuckled and continued fishing.
When the sun sank, golden afterglow spilled across the lake before Li Zhōujūn.
The little white rabbit by Li Zhōujūn's feet trembled faintly. At last, it opened its eyes, raised its two fluffy little paws in a very humanlike manner, stretched, and yawned.
"Awake?" Li Zhōujūn asked with a soft laugh.
"Eek!" The white rabbit was startled badly