Evening time.
Yang Fan carried a bucket and briskly entered the Yue Bay District.
The day's harvest was fairly decent.
Besides clearing out a pond full of mosquito eggs, he found two smaller gathering spots, collecting another 2.2 Spiritual Source Points.
As he stepped into the stairwell.
Yang Fan heard a cheerful voice.
"Hello, brother!"
He looked towards the sound and saw two familiar faces.
It was the sibling duo who lived on the eighth floor—Zhao Xiaoying and Zhao Xiaolong.
The long-legged sister glanced at the big bucket and flashed a lovely smile, "How was today's haul?"
Zhao Xiaolong immediately moved over, eagerly peering at the bucket, clearly curious as well.
In fact, it wasn't just the siblings.
The whole family had a strong impression of the fishmonger; they'd often chatted about him.
Yang Fan pointed to the bucket and smiled, "You can take a look inside."
Zhao Xiaolong didn't stand on ceremony and lifted the lid directly.
The next moment.
