Jiang Zuo and his group stopped. At the entrance to the fifth floor, the Holy Land Disciples were a little disappointed. They actually hadn't come up.
'So the famed twelve anglers are nothing special after all.'
As for the others on the fifth floor, when they heard about some "group of twelve," they just chuckled and said nothing. They were just a bunch of clowns, not worth wasting their fishing time over.
The people on the fourth floor, however, were the most exasperated. This group was just too conspicuous, especially with that enormous headshot. Because the picture was so large, it made everyone feel as if Demon Cultivator Mo Yan was looking down on them with a mocking expression.
It made for a terrible fishing experience.
'Did this group come here just to piss people off?'
"Can I report them? I feel like they're deliberately causing trouble," someone said, his face grim as he stared at Mo Yan's peace sign in the photo.
