This was a naturally formed Cold Pool, only about a hundred square meters in size. Mountains hemmed it in on two sides, with forest on one and low shrubs on the other. Chen Mo had forcibly carved out a narrow path wide enough for one person to walk through.
It lay deep within the dense forest of the Back Mountain, an area the sect had barely developed. There were only ordinary wild beasts here, not even Exotic Beasts, so almost no one came by. Chen Mo had wandered around at random and stumbled across this place.
He had originally planned to hunt a few wild beasts and roast some meat, but instead he discovered this pool. Having rekindled his love for fishing, he immediately took a liking to the place.
No one would come to disturb him, there was no danger within the sect, and the chill of the Cold Pool could not affect him. It was an excellent place to while away the time.
The only thing that dissatisfied him was that there did not seem to be many fish in the Cold Pool.
He had been fishing for two days already. He could sense living creatures swimming beneath the water, yet he had not caught anything.
As a fisherman, what he enjoyed was the process of fishing, not the result.
So Chen Mo had not cared too much. He was not someone who could not handle losing.
But now, something seemed rather wrong...
Staring at the snapped Iron Bamboo Fishing Rod in his hand, Chen Mo froze for a full two seconds. This thing could withstand several hundred, even a thousand jin of force as easily as playing around, yet it had been snapped in an instant. He was certain that he had merely held the rod just