It was quiet by the heavenly grandmother pond.
Everyone was busy fishing, and many of them were scratching their ears and cheeks anxiously.
The Holy Sons of the Luo clan and Qin clan had already caught one. Even that nameless soldier had caught two. Yet, they had not caught a single one. They had truly lost face.
They were all Saint children of their respective races. They were proud and arrogant, and no one wanted to lose.
Tang Hao, on the other hand, was at ease. He threw out another bait.
Beside him, the demon surnamed Qian glanced over and muttered with an angry expression,"Hmph! You've been lucky twice already, I don't believe you can catch another one. "
After that, he turned back and continued fishing.
Whoosh!
After a while, the sound of water came from not far away. A fish had taken the bait. It was the Holy Son of the Shen clan, the evildoer with the five elements Dao body.
