Jiang Wang held the fishing line made from the Jade Bi and kept raising it higher and higher.
Through the whirlwind and blizzard, the shattered rocks of the Floating Mountain, and the furious thunder.
Finally crashing into a mass of dark clouds.
Wang Changji, with sharp shoulders and slim clothing, sat on the edge of the clouds, the wind, thunder, and snowstorm forming his backdrop.
Holding the gentle fishing rod, he leisurely reeled in the line.
"I also brought my friends." Jiang Wang loosened the fishing line, walking forward and saying, "I don't know what exactly you need to do, but perhaps we can muster more strength."
Meeting again, both were more relaxed.
"Nothing could be better." Wang Changji wiped his hand, already tidying up the fishing rod and line, stood up, and nodded to Yue Tiannu and Zuo Guangshu: "Earlier was a discourtesy, I beg your forgiveness."
