Agriculture Breaks the Mountain Valley.
The first year, summer.
The eighth day.
Early morning.
Yi Lin woke up early.
Feeling refreshed and clear-headed.
He rode on Xiao Sou alone, accompanied by three Mother Spirits, to the seaside.
Willy's fisherman's cottage was still closed, and there was a resident camping by the river, but it was just before dawn, an excellent time for Yi Lin to take action.
In the past few days, Yi Lin had caught a wave of fish—riverfish, lakefish, seafish; he'd fished them all.
What could Willy do if he didn't give Yi Lin a fishing rod? It didn't matter, as Yi Lin didn't rely on a fishing rod to fish anyway.
Using a fishing rod blindly would actually hinder his fishing speed.
"Whew—"
Yi Lin faced the sea, stretched out his five fingers, and his expression focused slightly as lines of flowing light took shape before his eyes.
—[Annihilation Grasp].
But this time, it wasn't just an ordinary release of skills.
