It seemed that the demon race had not fully inherited all the habits of the human race.
Some spiritual activities that humans found indispensable were strangely unpopular here.
Fishing was one of them.
No one competed for this river.
No one guarded it.
No one even glanced at it twice.
To demons, cultivation meant devouring bloodlines, refining essence, hunting powerful beasts, or entering secret realms to gamble their lives away. Sitting quietly by the river, waiting for fish to bite, was seen as pointless idleness.
Yet for Ethan, this was precisely the most familiar rhythm.
[Platinum fishing spot detected.]
[Task released.]
[Task content: Catch ten carp, ten catfish, and ten goldtail fish.]
[Complete the task to receive generous rewards.]
Alicia's calm voice echoed in his mind.
"This task came at the perfect time," Ethan thought.
But one name caught his attention.
"Goldtail fish?"
He frowned slightly.
