Wang Meng glanced at Shitou running away and didnât bother chasing him, tossing the wild chicken he caught into his backpack.
âEating fish every day is getting boring.â
Feng Yi, who disliked the cold, was reluctant to go to the ice river and unconsciously rejected the idea.
âLittle Medicine Fanatic likes fish.â
Wang Meng was too embarrassed to admit it was him, so he pushed Mo Canglan forward instead.
âBrother Lan went to town and is working at Relief Medical Hall; he wonât be back tonight.â
Feng Yi knew the truth and couldnât be fooled.
âWith eight people, one chicken wonât be enough.â
Lin Qingluo smiled warmly: âFeng Yi doesnât like the cold, no need to go. Wang Meng and I will go.â
Feng Yiâs ears turned slightly red: âLetâs look around the mountain instead, maybe weâll find a wild boar.â
Wang Meng grinned: âWild boars arenât that easy to find. Fishing is much more satisfying.â
âWhereâs Yinâer?â
Feng Yi looked around for Little Kingfisher, hoping the Divine Beast baby would appear in time and save him from embarrassment.
Lin Qingluo teased with a smile: âYinâer loves to play and isnât close by.â
âWithout Yinâer, fishing wonât be easy.â
Feng Yi wanted to give it one more try.
âStop dawdling, go back by yourself.â
Wang Meng was impatient, handed him the backpack, and turned to run towards the ice river.
Lin Qingluoâs eyes squinted with a smile, and with a flash, he disappeared from the spot.
âHey hey, wait for me!â
Feng Yi panicked, carried the backpack and chased after them.
Three swift figures raced through the snowy mountain forest towards the ice river.
**
Master and his two students waded through knee-deep snow, arriving at the center of the ice river.
Lin Qingluo used magic spells to chisel an ice hole the size of a water tank on the ice layer about a meter deep.
âChirp chirp.â
Little Kingfisher arrived, circling above the ice hole, its crisp chirping echoing.
In an instant, fish crowded to the surface, flapping their tails and wriggling in the water.
âIâll scoop the fish.â
Despite being wrapped in thick clothes, Feng Yi shivered in the bone-chilling wind. He eagerly moved to stay warm and prevent his limbs from freezing.
âAlright, you scoop, and Iâll catch.â
Wang Meng found it hilarious, propping his net open, ready to catch fish.
Feng Yi swiftly scooped and threw a big fish into the air.
Wang Meng reacted fast, catching it in his net.
The two Senior Brothers coordinated well, soon filling the net with seven or eight big fish.
Feng Yi scooped again, suddenly feeling a heaviness on his arm, almost losing grip of the net.
âGrowl!â
A bear head emerged from the ice hole, snarling at the two Senior Brothers, baring its teeth and roaring angrily.
âOh my god, a polar bear?â
Feng Yi, frightened, trembled and let go of the net, which fell into the water.
âDamn, how weird. Scooping for fish, and a blind bear comes out.â
Wang Meng was also dumbfounded, instinctively retreating two steps with his net.
âGrowl!â
The polar bear struggled out of the ice hole, shaking off its wet fur, baring its teeth, and roaring angrily at the trio.
âDo you want to eat bear paws?â
Lin Qingluo teased with a smirk, his right hand flashing with cold light as a sharp sword appeared.
âYes!â
The Senior Brothers responded in unison.
âHurry up if you want them, letâs butcher the bear.â
Lin Qingluo smiled playfully, the sword emitting a cold glow as he pierced the polar bear.
âGrowl!â
A sword pierced the polar bearâs throat, and before it could retaliate, it breathed its last.
âYay! We get to eat bear paws.â
Feng Yi, unusually excited, showed a childâs innocence and jumped around the polar bear.
âIâll skin the bear and make knee pads.â
Wang Meng couldnât stop thinking about the thick fur: âBeidiâs winter is really damn cold.â