Dongfang Minghui marked every location she recognized on the map, even pinpointing the treasure site without a single mistake. Little Mute listened in stunned fascination, as though he had found a kindred spirit, and even led the applause when she finished.
Dongfang Minghui proudly handed the map to Qian Wanyu. Terrain maps had once left her utterly bewildered, but at some point, her ability to decipher them had improved by leaps and bounds. Now she seemed increasingly fond of studying these crude maps with no identifying marks.
Looking at the flowing Dragon-Trapping Seal mark on her hand, she murmured, "Could it all be because of you?"
The Dragon-Trapping Seal changed direction at regular intervals, unfathomable as ever. Whenever she had time, she drew it out. Dozens of these drawings were now scattered throughout her storage space. When she took them out, all she saw were incomprehensible patterns. Strangely, though, every pattern had the same center, with different routes branching around a single point like a maze.
In the time it took an incense stick to burn, Qian Wanyu identified the locations on the map. "Let's find a time to go there again."
Finding the treasure Little Mute had mentioned would probably reveal why the Azure Mist Sect's people had appeared among the Merfolk.
Wei Junlan hesitated. "But if we go, won't those people find someone who understands formations and have them break yours?"
Qian Wanyu's gaze shifted slightly. She looked at Wei Junlan with a faint, enigmatic smile before saying slowly, "It's possible, so-"
"So what?"
"So you'll stay here and hold the fort, keeping them safe."
"You've got to be kidding..."
Dongfang Minghui gave Wei Junlan a sympathetic look and shrugged helplessly. "Seventh Sister, when are we leaving?"
"Tonight."
"That soon?" Wei Junlan chased after them. "Think it over.