After some thought, Yan Junze picked up a fishing rod, walked out of the cabin, and moved to the side of the boat. Grasping the rod, he put a bit of force into it and cast the fishline with bait into the river.
A small ripple formed on the water's surface, and soon enough, the fishhook along with two fingers slowly sank.
A cool breeze blew over the river, sending a chill over Yan Junze. He pulled his collar tighter, unsure how long this fishing attempt might take.
He had noticed earlier that the fingers used as bait seemed slender and had delicate, fair skin, hardly like a man's hands, more likely they belonged to a woman.
Moments later, the fishing rod dipped, suggesting something had taken the bait.
Yan Junze quickly grabbed with both hands, beginning to slowly reel in the catch, pulling the hooked object towards the surface, which gradually emerged from the water.
