Once the fishing line was shredded, they were turned into pieces and by chance, they fitted into the gaps in between the currents of the windshield. The windshield disappeared all in a sudden and eventually, the black pieces floated around Si Jing like the dim stars in the universe.
The huge net formed by the water beads was blown away by the fishing man and had disappeared entirely.
The fishing man spoke leisurely, "Jing Er, it is still too early for you to blend in Lianshanyi's endless meaning with the summoning of wind and rain. Even if you are bad, you would be able to resist for a while longer and not lose straight away."
A Heng narrowed his eyes. The Daoist was in fact, Qing Xuan. There was a reason why he gave out a feeling that he was too high to be reached.
Si Jing bit her lips, "Sir, are you here for me, or for him?"
Shen Lian smiled and said, "I am of course here for Yi Zhi."
Si Jing looked disappointed. She said nothing.