Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Chen Qing carefully examined the puppet once more.

The puppet was expertly crafted and, as Shan Jiwen had said, was indeed a rare asset.

With a thought, he had the puppet stand guard at one side of the meditation chamber.

"It's still early."

Chen Qing picked up the pale blue fishing rod and leisurely left the small courtyard.

Today, the wind at Jade Wave Pool was quite strong, with waves rippling across the water's surface. Ordinary people would likely have difficulty catching anything.

Chen Qing still chose his familiar old spot, but was in no hurry to cast his line.

He silently circulated his technique, starlight faintly flowing at his fingertips, then gently flicked, the Star Vortex Dragon-Drawing Formula quietly executing.

The fishing rod lifted lightly, the silver line cutting through the air and entering the water.