Feng Jiu smiled and said: "This is a first grade Spirit Fish, it's not just delicious." She stared at the water and her eyes moved slightly, deep in thought.
"Miss, are you selling your fish? If you are selling it, I can buy it from you for a high price." A middle-aged man in a small boat asked in a loud voice as he asked his boatman to row his boat closer.
"I'm sorry, I'm not selling it." Feng Jiu replied, then she said to the old man rowing her boat: "Row to a deeper place."
"Inside? The fog is too thick there, it may not be safe." The old man said hesitantly.
"Don't worry, it will be fine." Feng Jiu smiled.
Wang Yu, who was next to her, saw this and said to the old man: "Row over! We'll be fine."
When the old man heard what Wang Yu said, he responded and rowed towards the deeper part of the pond. As they went deeper, their figures gradually disappeared in the thick fog.