Very quickly, the attention of the cultivators shifted away from Tang Zhen.
They still had their own things to do. Whether it was fishing or cultivation, it was better than watching the fun.
Although they were not afraid of the passage of time, there was competition between cultivators. If they were surpassed by their enemies, there was a possibility of losing their lives.
Among the cultivators beside Tang Zhen, only fatty kept on watching with an excited appearance.
"No wonder you can't catch anything, Yingluo."
The cultivator with the sharp tongue snorted disdainfully. This time, he was targeting the fat man.
The fat man only chuckled. Even though the other party's words were unkind, he didn't care.
Tang Zhen would not bother with this fellow. He was only a little curious. How did such a sharp and unkind face survive until now?
