The two of them feasted, quickly devouring all the grilled fish. Little Bao ate until his body had expanded a bit, collapsing onto the deck, burping in satisfaction.
Ye Tian was also feeling quite relaxed. He knew that at this time he couldn't rush, and whether or not he could encounter that weak space barrier partly depended on luck.
He let the wooden boat drift on the sea for a day, two days, three days... A whole week passed. Ye Tian immersed himself in the art of fishing, while Little Bao, whenever hungry, would haul up a large pile of fish from the sea, asking Ye Tian to grill them.
Gradually, the wooden boat drifted to an unknown location in the sea. On this day, Ye Tian was still sitting cross-legged at the bow, fishing.
So many days had passed, and still no fish took the bait. Even Little Bao felt bored for Ye Tian.
But Ye Tian stubbornly persisted in doing so.
A hook without bait, trying to catch fish with it was almost a fool's errand.
