Qinghe fell silent. She understood human nature all too well. Weisheng Yueren couldn't find a way out, and the fishing boats here, after so many years, surely couldn't withstand drifting at sea for too long—that's why he never left. The people searching for Weisheng Yueren, on the other hand, had their own speedboats and even airplanes, naturally coming and going as they pleased. Qinghe really didn't know what to say. Weisheng Yueren, wise as he was throughout his life, had ended up trapped in such a small place.