The fishing line, which had shown no reaction until now, suddenly went taut. Gu He gripped the fishing rod and jerked it upward.
The fish hook drew a long arc through the air, trailing a string of crystal-clear droplets behind it. A large green fish was hauled out of the Sea of Clouds, its body twisting in mid-air, its scales gleaming with a silver-azure sheen beneath the sunlight. Its tail slapped heavily against the mud on the shore with dull smacks, sending dirt flying mixed with several broken strands of water plants.
"You're in for a treat. These cloud fish are clever as can be. Usually, I can fish for ten days or half a month without catching even one."
A faint smile appeared on Gu He's face as he reached out and tossed the large green fish into the water bucket beside him.
Chen Luo walked over and sat down beside Gu He.
Gu He handed him a fishing rod. The uncle and nephew sat by the shore fishing like ordinary people. The Sea of Clouds churned, painting a scene as beautiful as a picture.
"What is The Outside World like?"
Gu He suddenly asked.
"It's chaotic."
Chen Luo thought for a moment, then added another description.
"And vast."
"Are there Immortals?"
"Yes."
"How do they compare to you?"
"About the same."
"Then have you attained immortality?"
"Not yet."
The two traded questions and answers as time slipped away unnoticed. The sun sank in the west, dyeing the Sea of Clouds gold. The slanting rays shone over them, turning both their faces red. The large green fish they had caught had also stopped moving, lying in the bucket as though it had accepted its fate.
"Immortality..."
Gu He sighed and put away the fishing rod in his hand.
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