Harvey York kept quiet when he followed Chanse Foster to a concrete pavement.

Since a closed-off ancestral hall was seen behind, this must have been the core part of the town.

A massive pond with water plants was right ahead.

The pond was labeled the geomancy pond, yet the sight around it seemed entirely discrepant with its name.

A dozen fashionable men and women completely surrounded a robed elderly man.

The man seemed in high spirits. He did not even look a bit sluggish.

His body was pressed against a young woman with a beautiful figure in a dress while he ran his mouth.

“Ms. Naomi.

“Fishing is not just about fish, but also a person’s heart. Do you understand?

“You should know when to suffer losses and not to be cheap. Patience is a virtue.

“That way, all the big fish will naturally bite onto your hook effortlessly!

“Normally, a big fish would be at least a hundred times more valuable than an ordinary one!

“More importantly, catching a small one would also be embarrassing