Under the setting sun, the white carp wriggled in Wilbur's hands, sending golden droplets flying through the air. Wilbur turned to
the middle-aged man and said, "Sir, I've caught the third fish."
The man looked at Wilbur without uttering a word.
Seeing this, Wilbur quickly removed the carp from the hook and placed it in the bucket with the other two fish he had caught
earlier in the day. Now, the bucket held three fish.
Wilbur carried the bucket over to the man, set it down in front of him, and said, "Sir, take a look. Here are the three fish you asked
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for."
The man gazed into the bucket at the three swimming fish. The splashing water caused by their movements caught his attention.
After a moment, he moved his lips and said, "It seems this is fate. The heavens are giving you an opportunity."
Hearing this, Wilbur felt a surge of joy. He realized that he had spent the entire day fishing and had only encountered this middle-
aged man. Considering that they were in the seventh level of the magical tower's illusion, if there had been any other opponents,
they should have appeared by now. But for the whole day, no one else had shown up.
This could only mean one thing: the man before him was the formidable presence of the seventh level. The man had concealed his
aura so well that Wilbur had mistaken him for an ordinary person.
In the magical tower, anyone appearing on the seventh level must possess great strength. If Wilbur could avoid a battle and still
win, that would be ideal. The man's initial request for Wilbur to fish seemed to have a deeper purpose, possibly wanting to impart
swisdom or knowledge.
Great cultivators typically do not share their secrets lightly. Even when taking on disciples, they often look for fated opportunities.
This might be such a chance for Wilbur. Since encountering the Nine Dragons Cauldron, Wilbur had begun to value these rare
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opportunities highly. Reflecting on his journey, he understood the importance of seizing every fortuitous encounter.
The middle-aged man then said, e on, bring the fish and followhome. Tonight, I'll make you fresh fish soup."
"Alright," Wilbur agreed.
Having gone hungry all day, Wilbur's stomach growled with anticipation. He picked up the bucket and followed the man for several
miles until they reached a small wooden house. The man told Wilbur that this was his home.
Taking out a kev. the man unlocked the door and invited Wilbur in. Wilbur looked around. noticing how familiar the surroundings
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