Wearing a mask and an oxygen tank, Mu Zimo dived into the ocean countless times. Besides an endless expanse of blue, there were only the small fish he occasionally startled, which scattered in a panic before hiding a short distance away to watch him curiously.
At that moment, however, Mu Zimo was in no mood to appreciate the little fish. His mind was filled with nothing but the image of Qiao An.
But despite everyone's exhaustive search, there was still no sign of her. As the sky grew dark and oxygen tanks ran low, they had no choice but to call off the search and regroup.
As the exhausted, soaking-wet search party climbed onto the deck, some tried to console Mu Zimo.
"No news is good news. Maybe she grabbed onto some flotsam and drifted away with the current. There are lots of islands around here. She might have already landed on one and is just waiting for us to come rescue her."
