"What are we waiting for?"
The old man impatiently cut off the man who was speaking, his eyes constantly tracking the divine turtle's movements.
"But—"
The man gave a bitter smile, looking at the old man with a strange hint of sympathy. "We can't see the divine turtle you're talking about."
"How are we supposed to catch it?"
"Yeah."
"None of us can see any turtle."
"How are we supposed to catch something that isn't there?"
The man's words resonated with everyone.
They all began to complain.
If things weren't like this, they'd want to help Old Master Li, too.
Besides, who would turn down money?
The old man froze.
He might have doubted one person, or thought they were joking with him.
But he looked around at the people on the nearby boats, and they were all saying the same thing...
How could he not believe them?!
But...
The old man turned to look at the sea.
The enormous black shadow swam slowly forward.
It seemed completely unaware that it was surrounded, showing not the slightest hint of panic.
Its red head stood out like a ball of flame beneath the sunlit, crystal-clear surface.
Yes, it was so obvious...
How could they...
The veins stood out on the back of the old man's hand, clenched around the gunwale, betraying his unease.
It was impossible.
"...You really can't see it?"
He asked unwillingly.
This time, he stared intently at one of the people on the boat ahead.
He knew this man.
He had once advised him to give up looking for the divine turtle, saying he was only wasting his time.
Back then, he'd flown into a rage and asked if the man wanted him dead.
He remembered the man's grim expression at his words.
And the sigh