A few of them listened carefully and realized everyone was saying it was getting late, they should head back, and they could continue tomorrow.
It seemed they had all reached the same conclusion.
Uncle Yu had just said that it was getting dark and it was about time to head back.
Then, from up ahead, they heard others saying much the same thing.
"Looks like everyone wants to call it a day and head home."
Uncle Zhang found the coincidence rather amusing.
"Yeah."
Uncle Yu grinned. "A lot of people think the Divine Turtle doesn't exist and that Old Master Li just imagined it."
"So none of them have the energy to seriously look for it."
"If there weren't a reward, I doubt many people would be willing to wander aimlessly around the sea in the middle of winter."
"Now that they've finally made it to nightfall, look at them—they can't wait to head home."
"That's true."
Uncle Zhang stretched. "Even I'm tired, and I only joined halfway through."
"Actually, it hasn't been that long."
He looked puzzled. "But it feels like it's been ages."
"What about you?"
He turned to look at Xiao Xiao and the others. "You just took such a long high-speed train ride to get here, then headed straight out to sea."
"Are you tired?"
"I'm fine."
"Not that tired."
Zhang Bo smiled. "You're the one who's worked hard, Uncle."
He'd picked them up at the station and then taken them out to sea.
Uncle Zhang had the hardest job of all.
"What? You think your uncle's a weakling?"
Uncle Zhang raised an eyebrow. Seeing Zhang Bo hurriedly wave his hands, he grinned.
Then he looked at Xiao Xiao and the others. "What about you?"
"Are you not tired either?"
Xiao Xiao shook his head.
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