Jiang Li steadied himself with support, endured for a while, and then shook his head, "I'm fine."
"Are you really fine?" Zhao Lang furrowed his brows, "Your face has gone white, what talisman requires so much of your energy?"
Jiang Li pushed him away and smiled, "Even if I explained, you wouldn't understand. Just know they are very useful."
With that, she placed each piece of talisman paper into the waterproof bag and secured it, then picked up the diving suit.
"Don't delay any longer, let's go down quickly."
Zhao Lang knew Jiang Li's personality well; once she made up her mind, no one could persuade her otherwise, so he gave up on the idea of asking her to rest, and quickly donned his diving suit and oxygen tank.
Jiang Li fastened some items to herself and then slowly submerged into the water.
The two followed the route from last night, heading downward.
