Lan Yuan nodded, then turned to look at Qian Hai and Shen Liu: “Did you hear that? Split up. Qian Hai, you’re in charge of the northern reef area; the currents there are complex, so be careful.”

Deepflow, you are in charge of the kelp forest ruins in the east, where the sediment is thickest;

I’m in charge of the central plain. We’ll meet here in an hour.

Shallow Sea and Deep Current nodded simultaneously, their forms shifting as they transformed into two streaks of blue water, swimming swiftly in their respective directions.

Their figures quickly blurred in the dark seawater, like two drops of ink merging into the water.

Just as Lan Yuan was about to set off, Chen Ping called out to him, “Wait a moment.”

Lan Yuan turned around: “What’s wrong?”