The scene inside was worlds apart from outside. What happened to it being pitch-black?
Before her lay a bright, crystal-clear space. The little lake deep underground—or perhaps an underground current—was clear to the bottom, babbling as it flowed.
Flames brightly illuminated the space. Perhaps because life force had spread through the area, grass and flowerbeds had already formed all around.
As for Lin Heng, he was sitting on a protruding rock by the underground lake, one leg crossed over the other. He held a fishing rod carved from Spirit Wood, its line hanging over the lake's surface, while he calmly enjoyed the cross-draft blowing through the mine tunnels.
Good heavens. Dugu Yueli could not help rubbing her eyes. This wasn't right, was it?
Hadn't he come here to cultivate his heart?
Hadn't Brother Heng been supposed to be suffering miserably?
Why was this so different from what she had imagined?
Anyone unaware of the situation would think he had come here to lie flat and retire.
Everyone outside had been worried that he was in a poor state of mind, yet here he was sitting steady as a fisherman on his perch.
Dugu Yueli was a little annoyed, but the moment she saw this scene, she unconsciously let out a breath of relief. At least he was not some dejected, dispirited pig of an elder brother.
"You're here, Little Cabbage."
Dugu Yueli halted. "How did you know it was me?"
"Heh, with the way you were sneaking around, I knew it was you without even opening my eyes."
Dugu Yueli stood beside him and glanced down at the placid lake. The line on the rod did not move in the slightest, and the lake did not look as though it even contained any fish. "Can you really catch fish like