"You make a valid argument." Chi Yuan nodded after listening. He wasn't angry; instead, he praised Xu Xing. "However, it's a pity. Even if the fish transforms into a dragon, it still falls into human hands." He pointed at Xu Xing's Bamboo Basket. Inside, the fish that had just transformed into a dragon by borrowing momentum was now no different from an ordinary fish. It had returned to its original state and was struggling in the basket.
"Just now, was that female cultivator a disciple of the Cloud Sword Sect? You hinted for her to leave, presumably hoping she would return to the Cloud Sword Sect and summon reinforcements for you?" Chi Yuan put away his fishing rod, folded his sleeves, and stood up from the Waterside Pavilion, his eyes fixed on Xu Xing. "This old man didn't stop her. I knew that with her speed, even if she returned to the Cloud Sword Sect and persuaded a Nascent Soul Saint Monarch to act, the round trip would take at least one quarter of an hour."
