The crowd laughed for a while, then ignored Tang Hao.
They each took out their bait, hooked it, threw it out, and began to fish.
The surroundings quieted down, and no one made a sound, afraid of disturbing the immortal fish in the pond.
Tang Hao took out a bag with lots of bait that he had prepared a few days ago.
When it came to fishing, he was still quite good at it and had already figured it out.
If one wanted to catch a fish, the fishing rod was not important as long as it was strong enough. The most important thing was the bait. As long as the bait could attract the fish, then it was enough. The fishing rod was just something that added flowers to the brocade.
"This is meat bait, and this is medicinal bait ..."
Tang Hao had prepared a lot of bait.
There were many kinds of immortal fish here, and different fish had different habits. Some liked meat, and some liked spirit herbs, so he had prepared a lot of both.
