Indian Ocean.
An unnamed stretch of sea.
Ye Yuan was hovering on the seafloor.
His feelings were incredibly complicated.
He finally understood.
Why Old Zhao had not gone looking after obtaining this map.
Instead, he had given it to Ye Yuan as an apology.
It turned out that old fox simply could not find the location marked on the map.
It was not that Ye Yuan was assuming the worst of Old Zhao.
After all, if anyone obtained a clue that seemed to be a treasure map,
who would not be tempted?
Perhaps Old Zhao had already known that the map was not all that accurate.
That was why he had given it to him.
That was what Ye Yuan thought at the moment.
He did not believe that he could find this place through ancient records,
while the Zhao Family, with all their resources, could not.
But he would not complain about Old Zhao.
Because the map was indeed genuine.
Ye Yuan, who had experience hunting for treasure many times before, could tell that at a glance.
The age of this map could not have been faked.
All that could be said now was that the map had no fate with the Zhao Family.
As for whether he could find the location marked on the map,
that depended on Ye Yuan's luck.
Ye Yuan had always believed that he was quite lucky.
Maybe he really would find it.
Just as Ye Yuan was preparing to return to the fishing boat and use his perception to search outward from this spot,
he suddenly discovered a small shipwreck at the edge of his perception.
He had not noticed it before.
So he changed course and headed toward the wreck.
Before long, Ye Yuan arrived at the wreck's location.
It was a