After clearing out the crushed ice, the water surface became clear, faintly revealing the bottom.
Ye Qiu crouched by the side, noticing indeed a group of slender white fish swimming actively back and forth in the water.
Relying on nothing but an old man's broken rod with a string tied to it to fish seemed utterly delusional, how could it possibly work?
Ye Qiu couldn't comprehend the old man's actions. Since the other party attributed the inability to catch fish entirely to him, he might as well help him catch a few fish.
So, Ye Qiu used his spiritual power to form a net, directly enveloping the group of fish underwater, and with a thought, he watched as a group of fish, flapping their tails, burst out of the water, pulled into the air by his spiritual power, landing all onto the ice surface.
It was no effort at all.
With spiritual power on his side, such a task was a piece of cake for him.