The two stood facing each other from afar.
Gu Lisheng suddenly smiled and gestured for Chen Xun to go first. "Senior Futian, please."
"Alright." Chen Xun could not help giving Gu Lisheng another look. The latter's gaze was broad and lofty, his spirits high; the fire of youth remained in his chest, and even the years could not grind away his edges.
Mountain-Seated Duck followed behind Chen Xun, pointing and gesturing at the junior Song Heng. The latter nodded and bowed repeatedly, declaring that he would certainly carry out his senior's teachings!
As they walked, they arrived at Ten Kshana Sea.
The sea stretched boundlessly, rich spiritual energy vast and surging, with sea beasts leaping through its waters.
By the shore, the sea breeze rolled in gently.
Chen Xun casually brought out a wooden chair and said, "Your Highness, here will do."
Before his words had faded, a fishing rod without a hook appeared in his hand. It was utterly ordinary, without even a fishing line, more like a straight tree trunk...
Yet this sight made Gu Lisheng's eyes brighten slightly. He directly sat cross-legged by the shore, a head lower than Chen Xun, and asked with faint excitement, "Senior Futian, may I ask what treasure this is?"
Song Heng patted his belly with one hand, his eyes fixed wide upon Chen Xun's fishing rod. He was quite fond of treasure hunting—and, naturally, of admiring treasures as well.
"Made from Crane Spirit Tree."
"I fear it is an artifact from ancient times. Senior, as for this fishing rod's origins..."
"None. I came across it in Barren Mountain and casually chopped off a piece." Chen Xun smiled as he cast the rod.
"So that was it." A trace of awkwardness surfaced in Gu Lisheng's eyes. So Senior Futian was this leisurely