"Senior," Power King couldn't help but say.
"You've arrived, my destined disciple." The old man still had his back to Power King, fishing while exuding an air of authority.
The old man picked his nose and said, "Sit by my side; I already know your reason for coming here."
"What, senior, you know my purpose for coming here?" Power King asked in surprise, sitting beside the old man.
"Yes, it's quite obvious, you're here to learn fishing from me, right?"
Ah, what?!
Upon hearing this, Power King felt he had mistaken the person; this was just an ordinary fishing old man.
The orderly camp was about to collapse, how did he have time to accompany this old man fishing?
He hurriedly stood up and said, "Sorry for the disturbance, farewell!"
"Hmm?" Seeing Power King turning to leave, the fishing old man was a bit surprised: "Aren't you here to learn from the strongest fishing prowess?"
