Ye Qingyun and several saints came to this place called the Lake Island.

This is where the old fisherman lives in seclusion.

The scenery is beautiful and shaded by green trees.

Especially one of the lakes on the island is so clear and translucent that it makes people feel peaceful just by looking at it.

“This place is nice.”

Ye Qingyun fell in love with this place as soon as he arrived.

Especially this lake, it looks like a good place for fishing.

No wonder this old Confucian sage is holding a fishing rod in his hand.

Isn’t it wonderful to fish here every day?

Ye Qingyun immediately wanted to fish here.

But the matter hasn't been resolved yet, so naturally we can't think about fishing first.

Business matters.

Several other saints are no strangers to this place.

After all, we are all old monsters who have lived for so many years, and we are all the few remaining saints in the Central Plains.

They are very familiar with each other.

"Guys, please take a seat."

The old fisherman waved his hand.

A large stone table appeared beside the lake.

Several stone benches are placed next to the stone table.

Ye Qingyun was not polite and sat on a stone bench as if no one else was around.

Xiaoyaozi and Yan Zheng sat next to Ye Qingyun respectively, obviously standing on the same side as Ye Qingyun.

Jiang Tianwen sat opposite Ye Qingyun with a gloomy expression.

Xiang Tianwu, who only had one head left, placed his head on the stone table in embarrassment.

The old fisherman looked at him with a strange expression.
Chapter completed!