Elder Liu had to squeeze through with great effort before reaching the front of the crowd.
At the sight of the two Dao Transformation Sturgeon swimming leisurely in the crystal tank, his state of mind—which had remained rippled for only a few times over thousands of years—was violently stirred, waves surging through it.
He had really caught them...
And two casts, two catches?
One time could have been luck, but how could both times be pure luck?!
The disbelief in Elder Liu's eyes deepened as he realized something was wrong.
When he looked again at Yi Feng, who was fishing, his gaze turned serious. Then, seeing another perfect cast, his pupils suddenly shrank!
Damn...
This man really seemed to know how to fish—and he was an expert!
Having realized the truth, Elder Liu's expression turned ugly.
The experts from the various sects around them had already begun flattering him enthusiastically.
"Mister Yi's fishing skills are truly superb!"
"I have never seen nor heard of such fishing skills in all my years. I admire you so much I could prostrate myself in awe!"
"Today has truly opened our eyes!"
No matter how the others fawned over him, Yi Feng merely watched the lake's surface.
This fishing trip was different from the others. He had been invited here, and there were so many spectators. Naturally, he had to fight for some dignity. It probably had not cost much, so breaking even did not really matter, but he could not let the two sect masters spend money only to lose face.
A person still needed a little spirit!
Yi Feng focused wholly on fishing, his face grave!
The crowd's flattery fell flat, leaving them with no choice but to stand there awkwardly with stiff smiles.
As they excitedly watched the Dao Transformation Sturgeon,