The Nightmare Star set sail again, and Yang Yi returned to his previous routine, attempting to enter a dream almost every other day.
This continued for nearly two weeks. Yang Yi repeatedly entered the dream, only to be driven out by Abu Singh, going through the cycle again and again.
"Is there really nothing I can do about this guy in a dream?"
Yang Yi grumbled as he fished to relax.
But by the time he finished, there were fewer than ten Long-Legged Sardines in the Fish Bucket beside him. He had caught even fewer than the Old Captain, let alone Xiaoji.
He felt even worse. He had no idea what the Abyss Claw had hooked today, but it had snapped the line, leaving him to imagine its size.
As he stood, the Old Captain sitting beside him looked over, his jaw opening and closing nonstop as though mocking him. He had caught exactly ten Long-Legged Sardines, one more than Yang Yi.
"That's all you've got? Why don't you compare yourself to Xiaoji?"
Yang Yi said disdainfully.
Not far away, Xiaoji's Fish Buckets were already full-two large buckets, at that, filled with all sorts of strange-looking fish. Clearly, dinner tonight would be another all-fish feast. They had been eating those for almost three days now.
The Old Captain refused to accept this and immediately gestured in protest, pointing at his Fishing Rod and then at Xiaoji. The gist was that his Fishing Rod was too low-quality, his equipment was too poor, his luck was bad, and so on. In short, none of it was his fault.
"Get us to the Sea of Miracles, and you can pick any Fishing Rod you want. I'll pay."
Yang Yi dangled a promise before him, and it worked wonders. The Old Captain tossed aside