Rich Woman's Gift

After leaving the courtyard, Amber habitually led Tang Yu around the places where she had once lived.

Several hundred years had passed, and everything had long since changed.

In the end, Amber stopped on a wooden bridge, pointed at the river, and smiled.

"Do you know how to fish, sir?"

"Fishing? Didn't we just go fishing recently?"

Tang Yu smiled as well. He could tell that Amber was in a better mood than before.

At first, Amber did not understand what Tang Yu meant. Then she remembered how they had tricked those demonic cultivators together some time ago.

She smiled faintly. "If that counts as fishing, then you're an expert, sir."

"So-so. Though I'm not very good at this kind of fishing. Back home, if I couldn't catch them, I'd have someone drain the water and catch them directly."

As Tang Yu spoke, he mischievously used his true essence to lift the riverwater.

The fish in the river fell onto the riverbed, flopping about without end.

If fish could talk, they would probably have started collectively cursing Tang Yu's entire family.

Fortunately, Tang Yu lowered the water again after only a moment. The fish that had returned to the river fled in all directions in fright.

Amber was unfazed by Tang Yu's mischievous act. Her expression turned nostalgic as she said, "When I was little, my family didn't have much money, and we often couldn't afford meat. Whenever I craved it too badly, I'd come to the river to fish with the other children."

"We couldn't catch big fish with the bamboo rods we made ourselves. We could only catch those little fish—I've forgotten what they were called."

"After catching a few, we'd take them home, clean them, coat them in batter, and fry them in oil. The taste was