High is White Cloud Mountain, majestic is Canglan Waters.
Beside the surging tide, a man with a straight back, broad shoulders, capable of supporting the heavens, with a face of authority, holds a fishing rod, sitting by the shore.
He wears a loose black robe, his hair bound with cloth, seemingly ordinary without any Divine Marvel.
Yet just sitting there, he seems to be the center of the entire universe, exuding a grand presence that controls the great momentum of the world.
Splish-splash——
The tide splashes, amid the scattered waterflowers, a yellow fish falls beside the man.
Glancing at the fish struggling on the ground, the man slightly frowns, slowly putting down the fishing rod, then raises his hand to pick up the yellow fish.
"Avoiding the bait, seeking death instead?
Curious indeed, has the fate already become so blurred and chaotic?"
