The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

He led them through rows of yachts to the innermost berth. There stood a pure white yacht, three decks, with a streamlined design, resembling a work of art in the sunlight.

Yang Wanqing tilted her head back, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg: "This...this is a yacht? Isn't this a cruise ship?"

Manager Zhou explained with a smile, "This is the flagship yacht of the Ying Group, the 'Wave Chaser.' It's 42 meters long and features two helipads, an infinity pool, a cinema, and a wine cellar. Young Master Ying said that since this is Miss Chen's first time sailing from Shanghai, she must use the best."

Chen Siyao swallowed hard. She had seen yachts of this caliber online before; one of them cost hundreds of millions.

She glanced back at Chen Hao, whose expression remained unchanged, as if the yacht worth hundreds of millions was no different from a shared bicycle on the roadside.

"Let's go up and take a look," he said.

The women followed him onto the yacht. The living room on the first floor was even larger than their hotel room, with light gray sofas, a marble coffee table, and floor-to-ceiling windows that opened onto the azure sea.

The second floor is an open-air deck furnished with lounge chairs and parasols, as well as a glass-enclosed infinity pool with crystal-clear blue water. The third floor contains the wheelhouse and several suites, each with its own bathroom and balcony.

Even the usually quiet Cai Jingwen couldn't help but repeatedly praise, "This is too luxurious."

Yang Wanqing had already taken off her shoes and was running around barefoot on the deck. Xiaoyue followed behind her, her paws slipping on the deck. She would run a few steps and then slip, her comical appearance making all the girls laugh.

The captain was an old seaman in his fifties, with dark skin and rough hands, clearly someone who had spent most of his life at sea. After everyone was on board, he went into the wheelhouse and sounded the ship's horn.

The "Wave Chaser" slowly departed from the dock and headed towards the sea.

After the ship left the harbor, the sea breeze picked up. The salty, damp wind blew against my face and made my hair fly wildly.

The girls all went up to the second deck. Some lay on deck chairs to sunbathe, some leaned against the railing to look at the sea, and some held up their phones to film videos.

Chen Siyao started her live stream, pointing the camera at the sea: "Family members, we're going out to sea today! Look, isn't it beautiful?"

【Not a Beast】: Beautiful! This yacht is so luxurious!

【Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood】: Yaoyao, did you charter a boat?

[Wu Tian]: It's not a package deal, it belongs to the winners, it's free.

[No takeout]: Young Master Ying's status is clearly arranged for the High God.

Chen Hao didn't sunbathe with the girls. He walked around the lower deck by himself, his gaze falling on a rack by the ship's side—where several fishing rods were stuck, their lines swaying gently in the sea breeze.

He stopped in his tracks.

Chen Siyao was taking pictures of the seascape with her phone when the camera inadvertently panned to Chen Hao, who was standing motionless in front of the fishing rod holder.

She zoomed in—Chen Hao was staring at the fishing rods, his gaze different from usual.

Normally, he is indifferent and calm, like a stagnant pool. But now, something seems to be faintly glowing in that stagnant pool.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Chen Siyao walked over.

Chen Hao did not answer. He reached out, took a fishing rod from the shelf, weighed it in his hand, felt the fishing line, and checked the hook.

His movements were very skilled and fluid, clearly indicating that this wasn't his first time handling a fishing rod.

"Brother, you want to go fishing?" Chen Siyao's eyes widened.

Chen Hao nodded and walked to the side of the boat. He picked up a fishing rod, skillfully baited it, walked to the edge of the deck, and with a gentle flick of his wrist, the fishing line and hook fell precisely into the sea. His movements were fluid and graceful, instantly transforming him into a professional angler.

"Yaoyao, just wait to eat a big fish," Chen Hao said confidently.

Live stream chat:

【I am Ying Zheng】: The Supreme God wants to go fishing? The Supreme God has this hobby?

【9527】: Look at his movements! So skilled! He's definitely a pro!

[Dongmen Chuixue]: As expected, no man can resist the temptation of a fishing rod.

[Not going to spaceflight anymore]: The fishing guy's genes are etched into his bones, even the gods can't escape it.

Yang Wanqing poked his head out from the second deck and saw Chen Hao fishing. He couldn't help but laugh: "Brother Chen Hao can fish? I thought he only knew how to fight monsters in Niujiaozhou and the Ghost Hunt."

Cai Jingwen also came over, leaned against the railing, and watched quietly.

Time ticked by. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour. The float remained motionless.

Chen Hao's expression began to subtly change. He frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on the swim bladder, shifted his position, switched the fishing rod to his left hand, and flicked his right hand.

He waited another ten minutes, but there was still no movement. He moved to another spot, walked to the other side of the boat, and cast his line again.

The live stream chat is starting to change its tone:

【I am Ying Zheng】: God... is this an air force (or air force)?

[Fishing God Strikes]: No way? How could the Supreme God possibly be out of the game?

[Dongmen Chuixue]: Look at his expression, isn't he a little anxious?

[Doesn't eat beef]: Hahahaha, so even the gods can be air force pilots!

【I'd Rather Die Than Fish】: I've finally surpassed the gods in one skill! I've at least caught a small crucian carp!

Chen Siyao glanced at the comments section, then at Chen Hao's retreating figure, and couldn't help but laugh. She walked over and whispered, "Brother, did you catch anything?"

Chen Hao did not answer, his expression gradually becoming somewhat stiff from calm.

Chen Siyao suppressed a laugh and didn't ask any more questions. She returned to the group of girls, who were already laughing together.

Yang Wanqing covered her mouth, her shoulders shrugging; Cai Jingwen lowered her head, her lips curled up high; even Xiaoyue was lying on the deck, looking at Chen Hao with a "you can't do it either" look.

Chen Hao took a deep breath. He glanced down at the bait on the hook—shrimp, prepared by the ship's cook. Logically, there should be plenty of fish in this area, so why weren't they biting? Could it be the bait?

He coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment and said calmly, "This bait should be from yesterday."

He changed the bait and cast the line again.

Another twenty minutes passed, and the float still didn't move.

The live stream chat was filled with even more laughter:

[I am Ying Zheng]: The Supreme God has changed the bait! It seems he's really in a hurry!

【Jiba is called a god】: Hahahaha, the way the god fishes is exactly like my dad. He keeps changing bait and changing bait again and again, but he just can't catch anything.

[Qin Jia Xiaoyu]: So even the gods aren't omnipotent after all.

[Snow Falls Everywhere]: God: I can slay the Gu Eagle and fight the Flood Dragon, but I can't catch any fish. That makes perfect sense.