The two sect masters stared at each other wide-eyed, utterly dumbfounded.
Mister Yi actually wanted to go fishing? This was not something one could simply decide to do on a whim!
Yet they did not dare refuse him outright.
Exchanging anxious glances, they hurriedly began explaining with great patience.
"Sir, the Dao Transformation Sturgeon only awakens once every hundred years. Most of the time, it sleeps at the bottom of the lake. There are still three years until the hundred-year cycle..."
"Yes, yes. Since sir has the elegant interest of fishing, we will naturally accompany you, but now is absolutely not a good time!"
"How about we fish in the pond in the courtyard today instead?"
Couldn't fish unless it had been a hundred years?
Wasn't that just the end of the road?
What fish in the world was this difficult to catch? In the past, hadn't he always just flicked up the rod and caught whatever he wanted?
Yi Feng looked skeptical.
"Is it really that hard to catch?"
Luo Pengfei nodded with an awkward smile.
"You jest, sir."
"Even on the day of utmost yang, we gain nothing. How could we possibly catch one on ordinary days? This Snow Lake belongs to the island master, and every hour of fishing costs an enormous amount of Immortal Crystals..."
Only then did Yi Feng understand.
This place was basically the island's countryside resort. Snow Lake outside the residence was a fishing park, opened by the owner to make money, and the fishing fees were probably not cheap.
Newbie anglers who came here were nothing but leeks waiting to be harvested, with no choice but to pay their tuition.
But he was no newbie. Naturally, he was different.
When it came to fighting and killing,
Yi Feng might not have been