Jiang Zuo glanced at the person who spoke, then said, "Eight Trigrams Colored Fish can't hear sound."
The Eight Trigrams Colored Fish wasn't a real fish; it couldn't be understood in conventional terms.
The man was taken aback, then said, "It can't hear just because you say so? Well, I say you're the one who doesn't understand plain language. Don't you know how to be quiet?"
Jiang Zuo said no more. He simply swung his fishing rod and, with the speed of a thunderclap, struck the man.
The blow sent him flying straight into the lake.
After that, Jiang Zuo calmly sat back down and resumed fishing.
Many people were stunned. 'A private duel, right out in the open?'
'He'll be kicked out of the Holy Land for this, won't he?'
Just then, the cultivator who had been knocked into the water struggled back to shore. When he climbed out, he didn't make a move against Jiang Zuo.
Having just emerged from the water, he was surprisingly calm.
