This man was actually the Fisherman Lin Shen had encountered by the river he had been unable to cross when he first entered the First World King Star from his home planet.
Back then, the Fisherman had taught him a mysterious Rod Technique. Only after Lin Shen modified it did he gain a technique capable of matching an unconventional weapon like Dead Powder.
Thus, Lin Shen remembered him very clearly. Not much time had passed, and he was still holding that fishing rod. Lin Shen recognized him at a glance, though he had not quite dared to believe it before.
Now there was no longer any doubt. The God-Making Race Chief was that Fisherman.
But how had the Fisherman become the chief of the God-Making Race? Lin Shen had previously investigated the Fisherman's identity, but after digging and digging, he had found nothing.
Because Lin Shen truly could not think of any famous figure who used a fishing rod as a weapon.
"Are you the God-Making Race Chief?" Lin Shen looked at the Fisherman and asked.
"It is merely a side job," the God-Making Race Chief said calmly.
"A side job? Then what is your main job?" Lin Shen asked with a strange expression. In the entire universe, there was probably only one person who could treat the position of God-Making Race Chief as a side job.
"Fishing." The God-Making Race Chief raised the fishing rod in his hand.
"Then why aren't you fishing? What are you doing here?" Lin Shen wanted to know what this man was really after.
If he intended to use this opportunity to erase the Star God Palace completely, then now was not the right time for him to act. He should wait until the Star God Palace had been utterly destroyed, then emerge to