At the bottom of the sea, numerous irregular stones crisscrossed. Xiao'er and Jiang Tao were straining to control the sails, and to avoid the lethal rocks, the ship was traveling extremely slowly.
Di Shaowei and the soldiers leaned on the ship's railings, sticking out half of their bodies to stare at the sea.
The black rocks under the sea were faintly visible.
This ship was not loaded with many goods, so it was not sitting deeply in the water.
When the helmsmen occasionally saw the ship's hull brushing past rocks or the bottom scraping over areas that faintly resembled rocks, they couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spine, with cold sweats breaking out on their foreheads.
The chief helmsman couldn't help but wipe the non-existent cold sweat off his forehead, "Should I jump down and check the situation?"
"I'll go too!" Staying on the ship was too torturous. He was scared out of his wits!
