While the Taiwei Gods were conversing, the pitch-black small boat on the Space-Time River was drifting forward.
"Did you catch it or not? I'm about to cast the net."
On the World Transcending Ship, the ferryman, dressed in white with a dashing appearance, finished admiring the scenery of myriad worlds and focused his gaze on the small pine at the boat's rail.
"Fishing for people in the Space-Time River, that's a technical skill. If you can't do it, let me handle it."
The small pine was unwavering, insisting, "Don't rush, alright? Fishing requires patience."
"Besides, I don't see any special skills in you? Isn't it just casting a wide net to catch more fish?"
"That way, sure, you'll catch some fish, but you won't enjoy the joy of fishing!"
After listening, the ferryman nodded thoughtfully, "You make a good point."
"But pulling the fish up is my joy, whereas you..."
