Fujiwara Seiho nodded, suddenly asking, "Mieko, do you think, after all these years, that thing is still on the Awa Maru?"
Mieko's face changed, and she immediately knelt on one knee, "My lord, whether it's there or not, Iga-ryu is sworn to follow you to the death, even if we have to search the entire Ocean and dig three feet deep, we will find that thing!"
Fujiwara Seiho didn't even look back at Etsuko Misaki, just smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm just afraid that we toil all our lives in vain, and perhaps that thing doesn't even exist, it's all just a figment of our imagination."
Etsuko Misaki said nothing; she didn't know how to answer.
Fujiwara Seiho wasn't necessarily seeking her answer; his gaze was fixed outside the window, distant and profound, no one knowing what he was contemplating.
Huo Sining stood inside the cabin, deeply perplexed.
