At this moment.
Beside the Demon Black Sea, an elder in wide-sleeved robes stood on a protruding black rock.
Though his hair and beard were graying, and his face looked aged, his posture was still as straight as an arrow, exuding vigorous energy and a commanding presence.
He held a "Luya Rod," occasionally casting it towards the water surface, then rhythmically reeling in the lure, expressionless and almost mechanically playing with the Luya.
This person was none other than Emperor Longchang, who had been "exiled" to the extraterritorial battlefield by Wang Shouzhe.
No wonder he seemed mechanical and numb. Anyone would become desensitized after being left to fish on a foreign battlefield for several years.
By now, he'd played Luya to the point of muscle memory; even if his mind wandered to far-off places, the rhythm and cadence of retrieving the lure never faltered.
The fake lure bounced on the water surface, almost coming to life.
Suddenly.
