"Can we fish it up?"
Taishang glanced at the little squirrel with the empty hook, seemingly nonchalantly.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak~~"
The little squirrel jumped up in anger and stomped on Taishang's foot.
This made everyone burst into laughter.
The small boat drifted along the Space-Time River for a while longer, and the Ferryman said, "We've reached the place."
"Fellow Daoist Chenxing is lost within this 'water region,' let's see who among you can rescue him."
"It must be me!" The little squirrel patted its chest, full of confidence.
Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh~
Two people and a squirrel sat by the side of the boat fishing.
"Xuanqing, there was a slip-up in the recent encirclement of the Fierce Beast Clan; when can we find another opportunity to press them completely?"
"That's hard to say."
Xuanqing replied, "Although the True Demon God is dead, his Dao Fruit remains, and so does the Dao Artifact."
