Not one of them trusted the river.
Not with their small female in it.
Lin Huahua could see some tiny fish darting around the clearer part of the water, and because they were there and visible, her confidence rose immediately.
Good.
Very good.
This was not impossible.
She adjusted her grip on the spear, stared hard at the water, narrowed her eyes, and then struck.
Nothing.
The fish were gone.
Lin Huahua blinked.
Then tried again.
Nothing.
Again.
Nothing.
After over ten minutes, not one fish.
Not even a foolish one.
Not even a half-blind one.
The river was full of tiny swimming insults at this point.
After over ten minutes, not one fish.
Not even a foolish one.
Not even a half-blind one.
The river was full of tiny swimming insults at this point.
Lin Huahua's mood became worse and worse.
