The Green Mountain Patriarch said, "Tong Yan?"
Zhuo Rusui said plaintively, "Although he's the Zhongzhou Sect Master, he was once a Green Mountain disciple, too, and cultivated on Hidden Peak for decades... besides, he's rendered service to Green Mountain. Could you not let him die?"
The Green Mountain Patriarch's expression did not change. "Sure," he said.
Zhuo Rusui breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately plastered a flattering yet utterly sincere smile across his face. "Then... could you not kill Jing Jiu either?"
The Green Mountain Patriarch said, "He's not even human."
Zhuo Rusui drew his gaze back to the Patriarch and said, "You know he is. Of course he's human, not some Sword Demon."
"Even if his soul is Jingyang, his body isn't." The Green Mountain Patriarch said expressionlessly, "Whether he stole it or borrowed it, he's taken possession of my sword... want to live? It's simple. Give me back my sword."
Whatever it takes, give your body back to me.
It was that simple.
Flustered and furious, Zhuo Rusui said, "Forget it! He's going to die anyway."
With that, he tossed the leftover coconut flesh onto the beach.
The monkeys, which had long since grown unbearably impatient, ran out of the coconut grove and scrambled for the flesh, messing up the number on the sand.
He returned to the seawater pool in the cave abode, picked up the fishing rod, and began fishing by moonlight. Watching the half earthworm bobbing in the seawater, he suddenly felt terribly frustrated and could not help roaring inwardly-This is sea fishing! What the hell am I doing using an earthworm!
Back on the Chaotian Continent, he would occasionally go out to sea to visit Gu Qing. Apart from the wind and waves, only sea fishing could relieve a little of the loneliness