"Wait a moment."
Just as the disciple was preparing to leave, the mountain master called out to him again.
The old mountain master, who had been in charge of Wanshou Mountains and Rivers for more than thirty years, gazed into the pond as the ink stains gradually faded and fell into deep thought.
Although the trusted disciple was puzzled, he did not dare to ask.
He quietly waited by the side.
It wasn't until a fish seemed to bite the hook that the old mountain master returned to his senses.
He gently flicked his wrist.
A carp traced a beautiful arc through the air before landing on the shore, struggling on the ground and slapping its tail.
A careful look would reveal that the old mountain master had only a fishing rod in his hands.
No fishing line, no hook, no fish.
"In the path of desire, do not indulge in convenience and dabble casually, for once you do, you might sink deep into an abyss of ten thousand zhang."