The golden-level strength is indeed sufficient for self-preservation, there's really no big issue.
"But you've said so much, what does it have to do with following us all the way?"
Kane's intention was to demand a convincing reason, or else he wouldn't allow someone unfamiliar to accompany them.
After all, their mission this time was extremely important, and this Mermaid Maiden was an uncertain factor.
Miralina looked at Kane and seemed to understand his meaning.
She waved her tender, delicate, boneless arm casually.
The water formed a map in front of her.
This map showed the port from which Kane and his team set sail, and the course they followed.
Kane didn't recall ever telling this Mermaid Maiden in front of him about where they set sail.
Nor did he ever show her any related map.
She seemed to understand Kane's doubt, explaining, "The ocean and the fish will tell me the answer."
Alright, a talented race is indeed remarkable.
