Long Aotian was overjoyed.
"Senior Fishing Old Man!"
Fishing Old Man seemed to have appeared among them out of nowhere. He raised his head, removed his bamboo hat, his complexion rosy and his smile amiable.
Left General was shocked. He turned to leave, but suddenly stumbled.
He discovered that a fishhook had caught on his trouser leg.
After he tore off the hook, his arm, sleeve, collar... were all caught by fishhooks. In just a few moments, the fishing lines had bound him tightly.
More than a dozen experts were tied into all kinds of shapes by the fishing lines, twisting and struggling, yet unable to break free.
Fishing Old Man smiled. "Long Aotian, why are you so stupid? You're already an expert of Reverse Four Gates, yet you can't even beat a dozen or so Gateless Realm fighters."
Is that even something a person would say?
With a respectful expression, Long Aotian cupped his fists and bowed. "This junior thanks Senior for saving my life."
"Forget it! It wasn't only for you."
Fishing Old Man sat on a small stool and crooked a finger slightly. Left General was dragged by a fishing line, sliding across the ground until he reached him.
"I need you to do something for me."
Left General roared, "Old thief, if you've got the guts, kill me!"
Fishing Old Man laughed heartily. "Everyone who falls into this old man's hands wants to die, but I won't grant them that. If everyone who wanted to die just died, no one would be afraid of me anymore."
"What do you want?"
"I told you already. I need your help with something."
"Haha!" Left General gave a dry laugh. "Keep dreaming!"
"Fine."
Fishing Old Man took out a pill and flicked it into Left General's mouth.
Left General