Day eleven of the main event.
The cool morning sun slowly rose over the horizon. Deep blue gradually turned golden, reflecting off the lake in rippling orange-red waves.
The lake was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the surrounding grass and trees. Dewdrops on the leaves sparkled beneath the morning sun like gems set among green leaves.
Now and then, lively Spirit Fish leaped from the lake, smacking the surface and splashing water everywhere.
But soon, as a small boat rowed across the lake, the mischievous Spirit Fish vanished without a trace.
It was as if they had encountered a natural enemy. Each one seemed desperate to hide at the very bottom of the lake.
"Now that's strange. Could these Spirit Fish have secretly formed a group and agreed to work together?"
Looking at the net that had hauled up only two or three small fish, Su Mo rubbed his teeth and was thoroughly stunned.
He had to admit, these Spirit Fish truly deserved the "Spirit" prefix. They were ridiculously clever.
During the first half of the night, when he had scattered bait and lowered the nets, any random haul had brought up dozens of fish.
But now that morning had come, only this little remained? Of course, if the spectators who had watched him fish all night heard that thought, they would immediately complain.
Could it be that you've already caught all the fish in this lake?
Even if the lake was indeed quite large, the fish cages by the shore must contain at least three tons by now, right?
"An epic fish cage. Eight thousand points, and it really works!"
After rowing the boat back to shore, Su Mo looked at the still-lively Spirit Fish in the cage and was extremely satisfied.
A large Spirit Fish weighed roughly