She had used the finest of the fine for everything, from the fishing rod to the line to the hook, regardless of material or any other aspect.
And the bait had been painstakingly gathered from the essence of heaven and earth.
Yet after sitting here for more than half a year, her float had not so much as twitched.
She did not ask for a dragonfish, but surely some other spirit fish could take the bait. At least give her a little something to look forward to while fishing.
Then there was Yi Feng beside her.
His rod was made of bamboo.
His hook was iron.
His float was a reed stalk.
Even his bait was nothing more than earthworms freshly dug from the soil.
Yet the moment this fellow sat down, he got bites. Once or twice would have been one thing, but it happened again and again—every time he lifted his rod, there was a fish.
The contrast drove Feng Qianyue's state of mind straight into collapse.
She grew increasingly restless inside...
"Hoo!"
She drew a deep breath, circulated her cultivation technique, and forcibly calmed herself down.
What could possibly be good about fish caught with a shoddy rod and earthworms for bait? Were they not just tiny fish and shrimp?
Feng Qianyue, what was there for you to feel so unbalanced about?
If you caught even one halfway decent spirit fish, it would be worth an entire basket of his.
Thinking that way, Feng Qianyue felt much better.
She settled back into meditation.
In the blink of an eye, another half day passed.
"Oh, it's almost full!"
Yi Feng glanced at his fish basket, set down his rod, and stretched lazily.
Then he dug a pit behind him and set up a pot.
Before long, the water