Chapter 127: The Sea's Fury

The ocean surface was sprinkled with sunlight, making the cold weather feel warm.

Other than the strong wind on the first day and the indecision of the rain, the weather had been good for the following two days, with not the slightest intention to rain.

Bi Fang lay on the life raft, drifting with the waves, occasionally glancing at the fishing line with the corner of his eye to see if any prey had taken the bait.

After three days of adaptation, he had grown accustomed to drifting. He no longer felt dizzy, and the ups and downs even gave him a feeling of "floating in bliss," which was rather nice.

Bi Fang casually plucked a strand of horsetail kelp and chewed on it, his hands pillowed behind his head, basking in the sun leisurely without any rush, or rather, rushing was futile.

Fishing was, besides skill, largely a matter of luck, especially since he was using grass as bait rather than meat.