Sun Xuanhe's smile stiffened slightly as he looked into Fang Han's eyes.
The killing intent in those eyes was utterly undisguised. Fang Han stared at him with cold indifference, as though looking at a dead man.
Even the several scions of prominent families behind Sun Xuanhe subconsciously shrank their necks.
Liu Ding felt a chill run down his back, and a bone-deep shudder seized him.
It was as though he had been targeted by an incomparably terrifying Fierce Beast, as if he would die the next second. His earlier arrogance had vanished without a trace.
Sun Xuanhe was, after all, the more calculating one. The stiffness in his smile lasted only an instant before it returned to normal.
Looking at Fang Han, he gave a slight nod, his tone still mild:
"Ah, Brother Fang, quell your anger. Liu Ding truly does not know how to speak properly. Another day, I'll have him visit your home to apologize and make amends."
Fang Han did not respond. He withdrew his gaze, turned, and walked toward the lakeshore.
Watching his departing back, the smile at Sun Xuanhe's lips slowly faded.
At that moment.
Liu Ding tried to step forward and say something to him, but Sun Xuanhe suddenly turned and glared him back with a vicious look.
Next, the treasure-fish tasting officially began.
The manor steward stepped forward and announced the rules to everyone:
There was a time limit of one hour. Using the fishing platforms along the lake as boundaries, everyone would fish by their own means, and any treasure fish caught would belong to the individual.
In the end, whoever caught the heaviest and rarest fish would claim first place, with a portion of century-old treasure medicine provided by Crabapple Lake Retreat as the prize.
The moment his words fell, the