By the shore of Baisui Lake.
Wang Ping casually reclined on a soft cushion. A fishing rod was set up before him, and behind him sat a small tea table. Steam rose from the fresh tea on the table, and next to it, the charcoal in a brazier glowed brightly, roasting some dried fruits.
On the distant horizon, the duel between Yu Lian and Hu Qianqian continued. Their fight was quiet, marked only by occasional flashes of blinding light. Sometimes, ice cones carrying a chill aura would fall from the sky, or the lake water would bizarrely flow backward.
But none of this commotion could affect Wang Ping. The area where he fished seemed to be isolated by a protective barrier.
Behind the pier, Hu Xin stared at the battle on the horizon. She paced from left to right, occasionally scratching her ear with her right hand. She looked like she wanted to get a closer look but was hesitant because of Wang Ping fishing on the pier.
