The weather was still hot, but no longer as sweltering. The sea breeze, laden with the scent of brine, felt even cooler.
The hidden crevice at the sea cliff was not small, stretching for a hundred or two hundred meters and eighteen or eighty meters wide.
But it was shaped like the character for "eight," narrower at the top, making the sky look like a thin line when you looked up.
The seabed within the fissure was uncommonly deep and was just like the waters outside the sea cliff, not at all resembling a natural coastline.
Chen Mu sat cross-legged, floating on the sea surface with support from black smoke beneath him. It was another day of routine fishing.
Looking at the cluster of brilliant red resembling peanuts in the Five Ghosts Bag, Chen Mu nodded in satisfaction.
"Fishing in the sea is indeed gratifying!"
With the lure of drunken bait, it was very easy to attract a large school of fish.
