The sea breeze carried the scent of salt and a damp chill. On the deathly still surface of the ocean, the Merfolk Race slowly emerged, each face breath-takingly beautiful.
"My dear, the Merfolk are here," a male voice said.
On a black reef island of about a hundred square meters, dotted with only a few scattered tents, Tumi lay in the shade wearing a bikini. Sporting sunglasses, she lounged as several half-naked, handsome men in nothing but shorts massaged her shoulders. She looked utterly carefree. Hearing the male, she slowly sat up.
Chapter 211