Han Yi and the fisherman were several li from the small town, alone in a stretch of desolate wilderness.

The fisherman's question was naturally directed at him.

When a being of immeasurable power asks a question, who dares refuse to answer?

Han Yi's scalp prickled. His life was at stake; he could not defy the old man. With no other option, he flew closer, landed, bowed his head, and greeted him a respectfully. "Greetings, Senior."

The fisherman was not satisfied. Frowning, he asked again, "You. What brings you here?"

Han Yi's heart hammered against his ribs. He had already provoked the old man's displeasure by evading the question. The saying goes: three strikes and you're...