This was no longer a fishing rod... It was a fishing rod Xue Jing had used to beat people with.
Moreover, Xue Jing had used it in a public competition! There was video evidence to prove it!
The commemorative value and historical significance it held were thousands of times greater than that of the fishing rod itself.
If one day Xue Jing was gone, this thing would be his Holy Relic!
"This little fishing rod, what merit or ability does it have!"
Ning Yuantai was seriously considering how to preserve the fishing rod, wondering if he should make a bank-grade safe for it...
"Yuantai, you should head back to Zhige Base first,"
Xue Jing wasn't clear on what Ning Yuantai was thinking but suddenly spoke out.
"Huh?"
Ning Yuantai was startled and asked in confusion, "Don't you need me to drive you back?"
Xue Jing shook his head and said, "Just in case... the coming time might be dangerous, and I might not be able to look after you."
