A sea breeze blew by.

The white-robed young man seemed perfectly leisurely and content as he fished.

Chu Xiu stared at this uninvited guest, calmed himself, and said, “Showing up out of nowhere to fish in a place like this? You’ve got rather refined tastes.”

The white-robed young man faced away from Chu Xiu and gazed into the water. He laughed, “The common folk have a tongue-twister that goes like this: if you wish to fish, fish. If you don’t wish, don’t fish. So I came here to test my luck.”

“.....” Chu Xiu didn’t know what to say to that. What does a tongue-twister have to do with anything? Is there something wrong with this guy’s brain?

“Are you really here just to fish?” probed Chu Xiu.

The white-robed youth said, “The joy of fishing lies in its unfathomability. No one knows whether or not they’ll catch anything. Here you are, trying to fathom my reason for being here. Doesn’t that make you no different from a fish?”

Chu Xiu furrowed his brow. “I have no time to waste on riddles. If you won’t tell me why you’re here, I’ll just have to bid you farewell.”

With that, he turned to leave. After about...