Wang Yu saw a large group of fish swimming up from the depths. He looked at Feng Jiu in surprise and saw her take something out of her sleeve and throw it into the pond. He saw a flash of silver passing in front of his eyes then sank into the water.
"Collect!"
Feng Jiu called softly, then pulled the net up. At the same time, because of her force, the small boat also shook violently. Fortunately, the people on the boat had cultivation skills and stabilised themselves quickly.
"Be careful." Leng Shuang supported the old man on the boat, then she let go of him once he stood firm.
"Thank you Miss, thank you Miss." The old man exhaled softly. The boat shaking violently had really scared him. If he had fallen into the water, he would die.
At this time, Feng Jiu's face was filled with a joyful smile. She half-bent over with one hand supporting herself on the boat, and one hand holding the silver net. She said to Wang Yu, who was still in a daze: "Come over and give me a hand."
