C2344 Cang Xuan Yao Ji You Long!

Somewhere in the Wind Cloud City, an old man in a white robe was sitting cross-legged in front of a small lake. He held a bamboo pole in his hand, and a faint glowing fishing line was dropped into the lake in front of him.

Suddenly, the white-robed old man seemed to have sensed something. He replied without turning his head: "We are old friends. Since you have come