Inside the ritual grounds, almost no one dared to cause trouble. Fishing was all a matter of skill.
There weren't many people at Jiang Zuo's spot by the lake.
He sat down on a stone chair and began to swing the Broken Bridge Fishing Rod.
Jiang Zuo's fishing rod was only a meter long, which was rather ridiculous. Short rods were rarely seen on the second level.
Not far from Jiang Zuo, a young man looked at him and said, "Sir, did you grab the wrong fishing rod? We ordinary people can't use that kind."
Just then, a young girl beside the young man added, "My brother forgot to mention something. If you're a Cultivator, it's best to keep a low profile here, or the Holy Land will kick you out."
Jiang Zuo was speechless.
'So that's how it is.'
After that, Jiang Zuo glanced around the lakeshore. Indeed, no one was using a short fishing rod—not even those with Cultivation.
Jiang Zuo put Duan Qiao away. Now he didn't have a fishing rod. 'Looks like I'll have to borrow one.'
