After Little Li, the major fish consumer, was no longer beside him, Lu Qing's fish storing efficiency also began to increase.
It didn't take long before there were over a dozen large fish of more than two pounds in the fish basket, and as for the small fish, there were almost half a bucket of them.
Swoosh!
Another small fish was flung into mid-air, and Lu Qing picked it off and tossed it into the bucket, feeling a wave of satisfaction and comfort.
Lately, he had been busy with cultivation, and occasionally fishing like he was doing now was a great way to relax.
The path of cultivation also needed controlled relaxation.
Exclusively harsh cultivation sometimes would make one too tense, which could easily lead to problems.
"Roar!"
Just as Lu Qing was immersed in the relaxation of fishing, suddenly, Little Li appeared before him and called out somewhat solemnly.
"You're saying someone is coming," Lu Qing's expression turned serious.
