Jiang Taigong fished, and those who were willing took the bait.
I fish with a bare hook, too.
But I’m not fishing for fish.
I’m fishing for dragon veins, fortune, and the oldest secrets of heaven and earth.
My grandfather said the Art of Dragon Fishing was forbidden.
If anyone saw through it, I’d face eternal ruin.
So I could only pretend to be useless.
A useless man who spent all day sitting by the river, doing nothing but fishing.
Until my grandfather disappeared, the dragon veins awakened, and ghosts roamed the night.
Only then did I realize:
I had been part of this game all along.
