Zhou Xuan immediately released his Perception, following the fishing line, diving into the water. He only saw—the fish in the water, due to the ample bait, clustered together in masses like sprouting mad water plants, indistinguishable which fish Yun Ziliang had actually hooked.
"So many fish, even if you throw randomly, you'd hook one..."
Zhou Xuan didn't tell Lao Yun about the situation underwater, otherwise the sense of accomplishment Lao Yun had managed to establish would be completely wiped out by the spectacular sight of the fish clustered like water plants.
"I'm telling you, Xuanzi, when a fish bites, it's pulling against you in the river. You can't pull hard, or else the rod will break. We have to let it swim—I loosen the line a bit, let it swim for a while. Once it loses its guard, we'll tighten the line..."
Lao Yun was both battling wits with the fish and babbling some "fishing talk" that Zhou Xuan couldn't comprehend.
