Zhao Fu had not expected a golden-glow divine fish to take the bait so quickly. It was beyond his expectations. He continued casting his line, and before long, several silver-glow divine fish and another golden-glow divine fish had taken the bait.
Though Zhao Fu's position was remote, quite a few people still noticed him. They saw a mysterious cloaked figure seated in a small boat, using a fishing rod made from a tree branch to continuously hook silver and golden divine fish. The sight was truly miraculous.
This somewhat stirred up the people fishing for divine fish nearby. They were already lucky if any divine fish took their bait; how could they possibly be like Zhao Fu, catching silver-glow and golden-glow divine fish? Many assumed the waters around Zhao Fu held an unusually large number of divine fish and steered their boats toward him.
Before he knew it, the number of boats around Zhao Fu gradually increased. Once they began fishing there, they indeed made quite a few catches. Though they did not hook any rare species, ordinary fish frequently took the bait, delighting countless people.
These ordinary divine fish had basically been drawn over by Zhao Fu's bait, so these people could be considered to have taken a little advantage of him. Zhao Fu had not minded at first. Letting them take a small advantage was nothing.
However, more and more boats came, and the noise grew increasingly chaotic, beginning to affect Zhao Fu's fishing. Golden-glow divine fish took the bait less and less often, and in the end, he even caught a blue-glow divine fish.
Zhao Fu could only use the power of a king to drive his small boat toward another area. To outsiders, it looked like a stream of black aura had wrapped around the boat