"I still quite enjoy eating fish, let's catch a few more."
Song Qingsi stared at the hole on the ice and said.
At this moment.
She sat beside Wu Xiaode without any pretense, having just finished a grilled fish, she contentedly placed down the fish bones and casually pulled a few strands of grass from the ground, weaving them playfully.
"You don't look anything like a sect leader."
Wu Xiaode stared at the fishing rod and said.
"Even a sect leader is human, why always maintain appearances? It's so tiring," Song Qingsi replied.
The little grass is really fun.
She weaved it into a humanoid shape, standing beside Wu Xiaode, as if supervising his fishing.
She stretched her arms wide with a yawn, lay sideways on the ground, and casually pulled out a jade slip to check the cultivation technique inside.
At this time, the wind and snow rose again.
However, the two had already built a simple grass hut by the lake and set up several layers of prohibition, so it was still quite warm.
