"Fishing yesterday, fishing today, naturally one must come."
The old man smiled serenely, carrying his fish basket to the original spot, where there was a depression left by a small stool from yesterday.
"How was it? Any catches last night?"
The old man asked casually, but the words held two meanings.
Last night, Li Hao did not catch anything; he shook his head and said, "No, but there was some movement."
"Oh?"
The old man chuckled softly, understanding Li Hao's implication, "That's quite good. To sense movement in my fishing grounds, you have talent."
"You flatter me, elder."
Li Hao scratched his head; if he truly had talent, he should have already reached the Twelfth Realm of State of Mind.
But he has already grasped the threshold of the realm, and there are laws unique to oneself within a realm; finding breaches in someone else's laws and catching one's own "fish" is yet a distance away.
"Fishing is a profound skill, young man, take your time to understand it."
