"Would you like me to break the ice for you once you've chosen a spot?"
Hearing this, Cao Xing pondered.
The ice, twelve meters thick, was undeniably thick.
Although Cao Xing could break it, it would take some time.
And Chino's offer was an expression of goodwill towards him.
Cao Xing nodded and said, "Then may I trouble you, Mr. Chino."
The old man waved his hand.
Soon, Cao Xing led the group to a spot about a kilometer away from Chino's original fishing spot.
"Mr. Chino, right here, please."
"Please break the ice and carve out two fishing spots for us."
Chino nodded.
At that moment, he suddenly asked, "Lord Cao Xing, do you have any spear-like weapons?"
"If not, any stick will do."
Hearing this, Cao Xing glanced at his backpack.
Indeed, he did have a purple-grade spear called the Gladiator Spear.
Without saying much, Cao Xing took it out and handed it to Chino.
This spear, made from unknown materials, weighed at least sixty kilograms.
