Lin Qiyan's camera hung around his neck. Since he had to go underwater, the camera was relatively compact and did not look heavy, though its waterproof case made it seem rather bulky.
Lu Ao specifically helped him adjust the safety rope. After confirming there was no problem, he gestured for Lin Qiyan to stay where he was and swam down himself.
The deeper he went, the dimmer the light became. The transition from light to dark was visible to the naked eye.
By the time he reached the seafloor, the surroundings looked like an overcast day, carrying an unpleasant gloom.
Lu Ao held a flashlight in one hand and felt around for snails with the other.
Quite a few snails clung to the reefs—turban snails, Triton's trumpets, spicy whelks, piglet conches, all sorts of familiar and unfamiliar snails.
Lu Ao did not hold back. He snapped them off and tossed them into his mesh bag.
His target was not these snails, but the resonant whelks he had spotted three or four meters below the surface earlier.
Resonant whelks were very large, and the cluster he had found was especially big. Lu Ao swiftly picked them up and put them into the mesh bag.
Seven or eight large resonant whelks nearly took up half the bag.
There was still some distance between the seafloor and the surface.
Unable to judge the time underwater, Lin Qiyan only felt that Lu Ao had been down for quite a while. Growing nervous, he saw Lu Ao look up and hurriedly gestured wildly for him to come back up.
They had only been underwater for a few minutes, nowhere near Lu Ao's limit.
Seeing how nervous he was, Lu Ao had no choice but to swim upward.
Lin Qiyan swam up as well. The moment