Ning Fan seemed to transform into a statue, sitting on the island shore, utterly motionless.
The water rippled ever so slightly, and the Dragon Bait had already been consumed by the dragon souls.
Ning Fan was not in a hurry to reel in the dragon souls, merely repeating the actions of winding the line, preparing the bait, and casting the rod, allowing the Dragon Bait to be eaten again and again.
His gaze grew ever deeper, as if he could see the satisfied expressions of the dragon souls beneath the water.
"Is the bait tasty..." Ning Fan murmured, seemingly with a sigh.
The second day of the tournament had already passed halfway.
Night had fallen, the moonlight was hazy and yellow, Ning Fan, in his white attire, sat alone in the night.
With only a few Dragon Baits left, he threw them all into the water at once, prompting a scramble and struggle among several dragon souls beneath.
