The five three-masted ships unfurled their sails and drifted southward, destined to miss the court document from Jinling.
Standing along the rail were Chen Ji, Old Ears, Yuan Xing, Jiang Chai, Zhou Chang, Yuan Xi, Jin Zhu, Heavenly Horse, and Chen Yu, each holding a fishing rod, eagerly anticipating.
Yuan Xing couldn't catch any fish for a long time, while Jiang Chai pursed his lips tightly. Yuan Xing glanced at him and chuckled, "First time I've seen someone fish using their face's strength. What, using your face gets more fish, huh? Wasted a whole morning standing here."
Just then, Jiang Chai's fishing rod bent: "Got one!"
Yuan Xing's expression fell.
Not far away, Old Ears reminded slowly, "Don't let go, slowly wear it down. Your bamboo rod isn't sturdy, be careful it doesn't break."
Jiang Chai grunted in agreement, but Yuan Xing's eyes shifted mischievously, bumping into Jiang Chai with his hips, causing Jiang to lean over and fall, breaking his rod.
