The bad weather persisted for the entire morning, and Chu Mingcheng, watching the slowly calming sea, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In just a little while, the dark clouds dispersed completely, revealing the bright sun.
Chu Mingcheng hurriedly steered the boat to the location where he had deployed the fishing lines, only to find that they had been pushed beneath the cliffs of the small island, all tangled together.
Chu Mingcheng felt helpless; the weather had turned abruptly, and that too at around four in the morning.
He had awoken at the time due to the rocking of the boat and had immediately maneuvered it to a relatively safe position, leaving no time to care for the fishing lines!
Now, with the fishing lines all entangled, it seemed difficult to untangle them. Even if he could, it would waste time; it might be better to simply buy new ones.
But he couldn't leave them there; he had to retrieve them and bring them back to land.