As soon as the shrimp bait entered the sea, it was like stepping into another world—silent, unnoticed, and quietly disappearing.
Tang Jing stared at it for a long while, then helplessly spread his hands and said, "Looks like our luck is a bit off today. Don't get your hopes up too much. Why not assemble the Shadow Rod and play around for a bit?"
Han Qiwu nodded, took out the Shadow Rod, and gave it a quick touch before swiftly assembling it. While Tang Jing wasn't paying attention, he attached the durable float, the spiral float, and the cork float from the Golden Sun rod onto the Shadow Rod.
Three float slots—what a joy!
"Next time, I need to visit the trade shop and get an extra float slot attachment. I'll create a four-float Shadow Rod," Han Qiwu thought gleefully. Just as he was about to load the bait, he caught a glimpse of a faint system glow on the South Antarctic shrimp bucket beside him from the corner of his eye.
He walked over for a closer look.
