"Dock the boat, holding the big fish, circle the posthouse seven or eight times, to let those mischievous juniors know the fishing skills of me, Chunyu Cultivator!"
The middle-aged man took off his bamboo hat, revealing an ordinary face, except for the gray-white long hair, which was somewhat special.
"Yihai Prefecture, Nu Yun River... Senior Brother Kou, oh Senior Brother Kou, you told me the spring wine here is the most mellow and wanted to invite me for a drink to the fullest, unfortunately, there's no chance now."
This current Elder of the Meridian Sword Sect stood alone, a reminiscence flickering in his eyes.
"The Daoist is dead, the Sect Leader is in seclusion, the True Inheritance Inner Sect repeatedly harmed... managing a household is indeed difficult.
The prestige of the Upper Sect rests on me, this worthless failure, to shake up."
Chunyu Cultivator drove the light boat swiftly, like an arrow, skimming toward the shore.
