After bidding farewell to the dragon, the sword, and the person, Du Yu flew away from the hilt alone.
It was a tranquil afternoon, the Central Lake District was serene, even the lake waters were without a ripple.
Looking around, there was only a black canopy boat drifting at the edge of the lake.
Du Yu pondered for a moment but flew over eventually.
As his viewing angle changed, Du Yu also saw two shadowy figures playing a game inside the boat's canopy.
As for the fisherman at the stern, Du Yu could see him clearly.
Interestingly, the fisherman was using a Celestial Treasure Race's Red Mud Fire Stove to grill plump Cold Water Lake Fish.
"Woo~"
"Woo!" Two Black Ghost Cormorants called softly, one of them even spread its black wings.
Ye Xihai laughed, adjusting the brim of his conical hat: "You two trying to trick me again, sneaking a bite when I'm not watch... Yu, Du Yu?"
"It smells so good." Du Yu's body descended lightly like a feather.
