Jing Ci returned to the park to find the old man still seated by the lakeside in his wheelchair, fishing rod in hand.
The fish basket, however, was now filled with a variety of random items.
"Teacher, every time I watch you fish, I feel like we really don't need to open a grocery store,"
Jing Ci remarked with his hands tucked into his pockets. "Just selling scrap alone would suffice."
The old man remained as still as a mountain, not even sparing Jing Ci a glance, completely ignoring him.
"I've done everything I was supposed to do."
Jing Ci seemed to recall something and smiled faintly. "I have to admit, that kid is quite sharp."
The old man gripped the fishing rod, staring intently at the shimmering surface of the lake, and said, "You rarely praise others."
Jing Ci replied candidly, "Mastering the Evolution Path at Zero-tier — that kind of talent is indeed far superior to mine back in the day. By quite a margin. In some ways, that kid is even more reckless than his father..."
