"Isn't it just five fish? Hard to catch up?" Zhang Yang cast his line into the bait spot again, squinting as he glanced at Lang Junfeng and Xiao Mao.
This time, the master and apprentice duo fell silent.
Xiao Mao was confused, not sure what had happened, while the old Lang was similarly slow to react, having long forgotten the golden advice his senior had given about maintaining rhythm and frequency.
Zhang Yang, having caught up with Lang Junfeng's catch next door, didn't stop and continued casting with explosive speed, grabbing bites and catching fish.
A large amount of bait kept the spot super atomized, drawing the fish to a high position with small particles of bait, many bites coming right when the bobber flipped high.
Zhang Yang judged from this that the fish layer had already been lifted 40-50 centimeters from the bottom.
