Chapter 166 Mourning Pearl

The morning light was just beginning to peek over the horizon, and a gentle breeze swept across the water.

Rhea sat on a small chair at the dock, gripping her fishing rod tightly as she waited for a bite.

Within minutes, the float dipped, and she felt a tug on the other end of the line.

Rhea immediately started reeling in the line. The pull wasn't strong, so it was probably just a small fish.

She