After inspecting the industry thoroughly, Li Xian rowed back in his boat, witnessing the sunset's golden rays spreading across the lake, blending with the water and sky. Li Xian was quite delighted by the view, yet Nangong Liuli suffered greatly, her legs sore from standing, sweat dripping under her cloak. And she couldn't complain about it.
Suddenly, he noticed four small boats drifting in Dongran Lake. In each boat sat a fisherman, wearing a straw hat and raincoat. The fishing lines dipped into the lake, seemingly fishing for lake fish. Li Xian paid them no mind initially, but as the ship progressed, he perceived four small boats slowly encircling his own, vaguely locking the area with their qi.
One fisherman raised an arm and the hook leaped out of the water. He grabbed it, gazed at the empty hook, shook his head, and sighed, saying, "Fishing all day, yet no fish has taken the bait?"
