Xiaoqiao lifted her fishing rod, pulling another three-headed, endlessly shrieking resentful soul from the River of Oblivion. With a gentle flick, she sent it arcing through the air and into her fish basket.
"I've had a bit of a harvest myself, so I can't help but be pleased."
With a tranquil expression, Jiang Yi looked at Xiaoqiao and asked,
"Master of Harmony, are you putting your rod away?"
Xiaoqiao chuckled and raised her chin with a playful air.
"The catch is big enough. Any more would be hard to stomach."
The little boat, which had been spinning in place, began to move again, parting the murky, dark waters of the River of Oblivion.
The Bright Flame Mirror cast out shimmering streams of flame, like the faint glimmer of a candle in the vast, dark void.
Xiaoqiao put her fishing rod away. A moment later, she raised a hand and pointed forward.
"That's Mount Shuo."
