The north wind howled, and snowflakes fluttered.
A black-canvas-covered boat took advantage of the snowstorm to approach, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the center of the lake and claimed its area.
All parties watched this in surprise.
Just as they were about to act, they saw...
The fisherman stopped rowing, sat down at the bow, and drew out a fishing rod from nowhere, starting to fish under the watchful eyes of all.
"Is it him?"
"The Fisherman!"
"It's that man again!"
Seeing this, the various factions ground their teeth in frustration yet were helpless to do anything and dared not make a rash move.
In this period, the Fisherman's name had already spread throughout Wuzhe Lake.
Everyone knew that his fishing skills were extremely high, and his martial arts were even more formidable; even Li Suhong, the young miss of the Le Family, was no match for him.
Who would dare to provoke such a person?