"My affairs are none of your concern?"
As they spoke, a voice came from behind Wang Hao.
Looking at the cold-faced Zhang Zhen, Wang Hao smiled faintly. "Everyone must take responsibility for their own life. How you help Chen Changsheng is your business. I can't be bothered to interfere."
"But now, you are not merely Zhang Zhen. You are also part of the Nether River Forbidden Ground's strength."
"To preserve your life, I paid a tremendous price."
"So strictly speaking, my Nether River Forbidden Ground also contributed greatly to the Battle of the Heavens. Since that is so, Chen Changsheng has no reason not to compensate me."
"If you disagree with this, you are free to leave the Nether River Forbidden Ground."
Faced with Wang Hao's words, Zhang Zhen fell silent.
Seeing this, Wang Hao said with a genial smile, "You needn't be so tense. Chen Changsheng is the God of Wealth's patriarch—who in the world does not envy his Path to Wealth?"
"Asking him for such a tiny little thing is merely a drop in the ocean."
"Besides, he has always been generous. Even without you, he would not be stingy."
Hearing this, Zhang Zhen looked at the Fishing Rod in Wang Hao's hand. "Other than the Asura Tribe, there are no other living creatures in the Blood Sea."
"And the Asura Tribe is no different from your own flesh and blood. Fishing in the Blood Sea—isn't that the same as fishing for yourself?"
Hearing Zhang Zhen's words, Wang Hao smiled and raised the Fishing Rod.
At the end of the line hung a perfectly straight fishhook.
Staring at that straight hook, Zhang Zhen said coldly, "What does this mean?"
"Chen Changsheng once told me a story. It was called The Fisherman's Bait."
"What you said just now was