It was just after three in the afternoon, and the check-in area was bustling with activity as professional anglers from near and far had started to arrive at the fishing base.
Walking along, every few steps, there would be an angler, whether known or unknown, greeting Yue Feng.
Chasing competitions nationwide for a few months, besides gaining honor and points, Yue Feng greatly increased his number of acquaintances in the circle. Most people were quite proactive in getting to know an angler of such Great Demon King status, showing Yue Feng plenty of respect.
"Tsk tsk, Brother Feng, your reputation has really grown after those few months of competitions. Everywhere you go, people recognize you!" Zhao Ran teased upon seeing this scene.
Yue Feng smirked, "It's not even worth knowing them! I'm awkward, and they're not sincere! It's just that when they run into me, they might ask for some bait or small medicine! Their false affection—better not to have it!"
