Li Yuanjiao returned from the East Sea after nearly half a year, riding on a pitch-black hook snake and carrying a white silver carp demon fish the size of a house, coming back from the north.
The weather was scorching hot, and the fishy smell was pervasive. Li Yuanjiao tossed the white silver carp demon fish into the lake and told Wushao to keep a close watch on it before he headed up the mountain.
Dressed in white, Li Xijun rode the wind to greet him. Before him, Li Yuanjiao still wore his usual serious and unsmiling expression. He had pursued the fish with the hook snake Wushao across the boundless East Sea for nearly half a year and, at long last, they finally captured the demon and brought it back.
