The Corpse Daoist had been squatting by the creek for an entire hour.
He dared not lift his head.
There were continuously Taoist disciples coming and going around him, stirring up slight breezes. However, the child in the Daoist robe beside him hadn't changed positions, hugging his knees and staring fixedly at the fish in the creek. If he guessed correctly, the child's attention should be on the smallest red fish. Although the miasma on Qingfu Mountain had been cleared, the fish in this creek seemed heavily influenced by the territory, fighting fiercely. That smallest red fish, continuously battling, covered in wounds, but miraculously surviving, with a trend of outlasting the others.
However, no matter how fierce, it was just a few small fish fighting...
The Corpse Daoist couldn't understand what was interesting about this.
But as the Daoist child didn't move, he didn't dare to move either.
