Chapter 238: Going with the Flow (Extra for the Super No. 6 Alliance Leader)

Four days later, Yuelai Inn.

As the start of winter approached, the sun became a precious commodity, and in the afternoon, brilliant sunshine reflecting the Tyndall effect was just spilling in front of Yuelai Inn.

Yang Ge was comfortably lying on the rocking chair in front of his inn, holding a misshapen teapot in one hand and a copy of "Zhuangzi" annotated by Wang Jiangling himself in the other, focused on reciting each word, his mind seemingly traveling through time once again, to join the renowned layabout of the hundred schools of thought from over a thousand years ago, with tattered clothes as his pillow and a rock as his bed, he lounged by a stream with his legs crossed, leisurely shaking his legs and exclaiming in high spirit: 'There's a fish in the North Sea called the Kun, so big it can't be stewed in one pot, and when it transforms into a bird, it's called the Peng, so large it needs two grills...'