Lin Hao was fishing with his line suspended three feet above the water, which was really just a way to pass the time and dispel his loneliness.
In the blink of an eye, he had set up a stove in the courtyard.
Several of them gathered around, eating roasted fish and drinking wine. Just past noon, news arrived that Qionghua, personally led by their second elder, had dispatched a large, imposing procession of disciples toward the inn.
Chapter 214