Elder 888

A day later.

When Cheng Han was fishing by the river again, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching from afar.

Not one or two.

But many.

With his exceptionally keen hearing, he immediately identified the group of little children among them.

There were nine of them.

One more than yesterday.

As lively, active children, their steps came slightly faster than those of adults.

Besides that.

Cheng Han also heard two different sets of footsteps. They were heavier, and their pace was slower.

The former indicated greater weight, while the latter meant greater height.

The answer was obvious—two adult pointy-ears.

Cheng Han's ear twitched, and the corners of his lips curved up slightly. "Have the adults in the village finally decided to come take a look?"

He shifted his posture slightly, ready to lift the fishing rod.

Because he sensed that a black fish was about to take the bait.

Soon.

The footsteps drew closer, then stopped.

The group appeared beyond the grass but did not come any closer.

Cheng Han clearly sensed pairs of eyes converging on his back.

Low whispers drifted over as well.

"The blind man is fishing again."

"Blind Eyes really loves fishing."

Cheng Han remained utterly composed, his hand holding the fishing rod as steady as a mountain.

One second later.

The fishing line suddenly went taut.

That meant the black fish had taken the hook.

At the same time.

Cheng Han's right hand moved, swiftly raising the rod.

"Splash!"

Water sprayed into the air.

The hooked black fish thrashed its tail wildly, tracing an arc through the air as it flew toward Cheng Han.

The little children could not help crying out:

"Wow!"

Perhaps because they were accompanied by adults, they felt safer. This cry was clearly much louder.

"Smack!"

Cheng Han's palm struck the fish