While chaos and disorder reigned at the Qingxuan Holy Land, turning it into a living hell, elsewhere, at the entrance of Falling Rain Valley, inside the Wanbao Pavilion's warship, Gu Xiu was completely detached from the turmoil. He sat quietly, fishing with a Green Bamboo Rod, a pot of clear tea beside him, enjoying the leisurely pace as he waited for a fish to bite.

Today's fishing was a bit slower than usual, but Gu Xiu was in no hurry. He sipped his tea slowly, savoring the moment. It was one of life's little pleasures.

Beside him, the little black monkey He Qi rested his chin on his hands, watching with wide eyes. However, his patience soon wore thin. Feeling bored after a while, he summoned a tracking puppet with a wave of his monkey hand, leaped onto it, and began to ride it around the room with glee.

The Xiaoyao Pendant found it amusing and floated in front of the little black monkey. Being a generous big brother, the monkey summoned another tracking puppet with a wave of his hand. Together, the monkey and the pendant rode the puppets, chasing each other around the room, much like two children who lose interest in fishing and instead chase dragonflies by the riverbank.