Petals drifted from the eaves above the winding stream.
On Tail Finger Peak, in the Peach Blossom Forest, a clear mountain stream flowed by, and occasionally a few plump, large fish would leap out of the water.
Dozens of servant disciples bustled about, carrying a continuous stream of Spiritual Cuisine and Spirit Fruits to the long tables. On a roasting rack, two small, calf-sized beasts turned over and over, emitting an enticing aroma.
Several young men were fishing in the stream, pulling up a large fish from time to time.
One of them, a cool and detached-looking youth, pulled up his line three times in a row, only to find it empty each time. Annoyed, he tossed his fishing rod aside and walked over to the roasting rack.
'So even after becoming a Cultivator, I can't escape the fate of getting skunked!'
A group of Inner Sect Disciples had agreed not to use any Magical Power, competing in fishing based on personal skill alone.
