Qin Ming's fishing line was taut, stretching into the pitch-black sky.
Deep in the night fog, the silhouette of the prey appeared, slender, with strands of hair floating in the air.
Qin Ming wanted to mimic the Red Squirrel and shout: Dammit!
He looked at Old Man Liu, could it really be as he said?
Qin Ming gritted his teeth and pulled hard on the fishing line, continuing to fish for the prey in the night sky.
In the black mist, the slender figure was faintly discernible, with loose hair gradually revealing her form.
Soon, in the ink-like sky, a graceful woman gazed down, looking sinister no matter how you viewed her.
"Holy...!" The Red Squirrel was so scared it started speaking human words again.
"Stop shouting nonsense, she descends from the sky, that's a Heavenly Immortal!" Old Man Liu forced himself to correct, telling it not to talk carelessly.
However, he thought to himself, the woman in the sky... truly fair!
