Chapter 333: 331 Plotting One

Mid-November.

Late autumn.

Zihe Palace.

The vast Ziying Lake, shimmering with scales of light, was slowly coated with a layer of brilliant golden-red under the sunlight.

In the center of the lake, a wooden bridge runs through it.

The bridge is narrow, its surface paved with black and white stones.

In the middle, the ground is embedded with a one-meter-diameter Tai Chi Diagram.

At this time, in the Tai Chi Diagram, a long-haired woman wearing a purple skirt is sitting on a small wooden stool under an umbrella, intently staring at the float on the lake surface.

She holds a brown bamboo fishing rod, her beautiful and exquisite face filled with serenity and anticipation.

Suddenly, her expression shifts, turning to look not far to the side.

A handsome man in a purple Daoist robe is slowly approaching along the wooden bridge.