Lu Yin tightened his grip on the Fishing Rod. Without realizing it, he increased his strength to steady himself, then slowly lowered the Stream of Light into the River of Time.
In an instant, he nearly got dragged away again. This wasn't a matter of strength. It was as if the River of Time wasn't dragging him away, but the Stream of Light instead. However, the Stream of Light belonged to Lu Yin, so he got caught up in it.
The Stream of Light was space chasing after time. Space was the vessel for time; as time flowed, it carried space along with it.
The Stream of Light could pursue time, but it was itself part of space. It was only natural for the River of Time to pull at it.
Lu Yin hurriedly pulled the Stream of Light back. This time, he hadn't caught a droplet.
He frowned and tried again. He wanted to see whether fishing could truly increase the amount of time he could look back through with the Stream of Light.
This was a chance for the Stream of Light to evolve.
The Stream of Light dipped into the River of Time again and again. Each time, he nearly got dragged away. Lu Yin had figured it out: as long as he pulled the Stream of Light back quickly enough, he wouldn't be dragged in.
The force with which the River of Time pulled at the Stream of Light was constant.
He gradually learned to gauge that steady force.
This time, the Stream of Light fished up another droplet. Lu Yin saw an image. In it was a stranger, someone he didn't recognize. The man's face was contorted, as though he were struggling or fighting for his life. The image vanished in an instant. In the