The sailors and captains did not understand, but they were deeply shocked.
Whether it was miraculous or not was unclear, but it was genuinely dangerous. An entire team had gone down, yet only this handful of people had come back up.
Mm... and there was one extra person.
In any case, now that it had been confirmed that everyone who could come out had arrived, and the weather bureau had already issued a storm warning, they naturally had to weigh anchor and set sail immediately.
The ship's doctor hurriedly treated the injured people, while the Tiga Clone came up onto the deck and watched the sunset over the sea.
Zhang Qiling followed him over as well.
"Mr. Fang."
He stood beside the Tiga Clone, and the two of them let the sea breeze blow over them as they watched the water for a while. Only after the sun had set did Zhang Qiling finally speak.
"You know many strange tales and hidden historical secrets. Then... do you know about my past?"
The Tiga Clone turned to look at him.
"The past of someone who does not even know his own name is truly a very difficult thing to uncover."
Zhang Qiling froze for a moment before saying,
"Zhang Qiling... My name seems to be Zhang Qiling."
By the end, even Zhang Qiling himself did not sound certain.
Among the memories he had recovered so far, he did seem to be called Zhang Qiling. Yet he always felt that... this name did not seem to belong to him.
He had another name, one that belonged solely to him...
Frowning slightly, Zhang Qiling revealed a somewhat bewildered expression, one that had never appeared on his face during their journey through the tomb.
"Zhang Qiling... Your past is a very, very long and