"State Preceptor!"
"What is it?"
Qing Mo, who was fishing intently, did not turn to look at Zhao Xinmin beside him.
"The envoys from Silla and Baekje have arrived. They wish to visit the State Preceptor!"
"Visit me?"
"Yes!"
"Looks like they did not get the answer they wanted from His Majesty."
Hearing Qing Mo's analysis, Zhao Xinmin, squatting beside him, nodded in wholehearted agreement.
After all, Tang Dynasty's excuse for dispatching troops this time was merely to launch a punitive campaign against Goguryeo. There had been no mention of intending to completely take the Three Peninsula Kingdoms.
"Then let them... Ah... A fish! A fish is on the line!"
"Old Zhao, hurry! Bring the landing net over!"
"Yes!"
Seeing that a fish had taken the bait, Zhao Xinmin hurriedly turned around and picked up the landing net placed nearby. As for the envoys from Silla and Baekje, how could they possibly be more important than the fish before his eyes?
"It's coming, it's coming!"
"It's a big one!"
"Old Zhao, steady yourself. Don't let the fish get away only for you to go down first!"
Hearing Qing Mo's reminder, Zhao Xinmin, who held the landing net at the side, hurriedly sank his breath into his dantian, lowered his body, and nodded vigorously.
He had no desire to fall into the sea and make Qing Mo fish him back out.
"Whoa! State Preceptor, it's a huge one!"
After scooping the fish into the landing net, Zhao Xinmin felt its weight dragging heavily in his hands, and a smile immediately spread across his face.
"Mhm! Not bad!"
"This grouper has to weigh at least four or five jin. It'll make a decent little treat."
Looking at the grouper still clamping the hook in its mouth, twisting and struggling nonstop inside the