Changsun Yun held the map and looked at it for a while.
Fang Yiyun said excitedly: "Go ahead, go ahead, hurry back and have a good rest. Tomorrow morning, head out quickly."
"Remember, before bringing back the Qingling Fish, don't let them die. If they die, they won't taste good."
Fang Yiyun repeatedly urged with a thousand exhortations.
"Yes." The five could only obediently clasp their fists in salute and left Nine Heavens Island.
"Hehe." Fang Yiyun watched the five leave, his lips curled into a meaningful smile.
Once the five left Nine Heavens Island, their faces were all troubled and gloomy.
To them, this day was indeed too bizarre and twisty.
Especially Meng Li, Changsun Yun, Wu Ming, and Shu Xiang, given their talents, they never imagined they would receive Fang Yiyun's favor.
Meng Li asked somewhat confusedly: "What do we do now? Are we really going to catch fish for Master Fang?"
