The old man stood by the river, holding a fishing rod without bait.
The cold breeze blew, and the river water rippled.
This place was exceptionally peaceful, unlike other turbulent areas of the Palace of the Sea.
"You won't catch any fish without bait," Xu Zimei descended from the steps and said calmly.
"The bait has just arrived," the old man hinted.
Just as he finished speaking, the fishing rod in his hand began to shake.
"Splash, splash."
Countless fish in the river seemed to go crazy, biting at the old man's fishing rod.
The originally calm river surface instantly became turbulent, as if the fishing rod had a special attraction.
The old man flicked his right hand, and suddenly a dozen fish flew out of the river.
His movements were agile, immediately setting up a grill by the river and starting to roast the fish.
From time to time, he added some seasonings.
Sitting on a stone by the river, the old man paid no heed to his clothes being soaked by the river water.
