And so, half a month later.
In the Red Maple Valley, at its edge, a stream flows gently.
It is precisely the Red Maple Spirit Stream.
Within Red Maple Valley runs an earth vein, which converges with an underground dark river, flowing to the surface to form this stream that is neither deep nor shallow, neither big nor small—the Red Maple Spirit Stream.
Shen Hex carried a bamboo pole and a fish basket, arriving at the bamboo forest by the stream.
"Younger Brother Zhong!"
Unexpectedly, sitting within the bamboo forest was a man dressed like an old farmer, none other than Yang Qii.
He was holding a cyan bamboo pole, sitting by the spirit stream fishing. Seeing Shen Hex come with a fishing rod and basket, he was a bit surprised: "Younger Brother Zhong, you also enjoy the pleasure of fishing?"
Shen Hex looked at him as well: "Brother Yang is also a fellow enthusiast?"
With that, he approached and looked at the fish basket beside Yang Qii: "How's the catch?"
"Well..."
