Han Ruochen had no idea that Qiao Tingyan had come looking for her sister and that he was even planning to drag her along with him. And even if she did, Han Ruochen couldn't have done anything about it.
"Sister Ruochen! The compass is spinning!" Tong Zhaodi shouted. Her voice was filled with panic as the five-metre wave lifted the stern. "The things down there are making the compass go haywire."
"Then throw the compass away; there is no point in using it." Han Ruochen bellowed over the gale. They had entered the Devil's Teeth Channel long ago, and only after entering this space did Han Ruochen realise that the plan that she had come up with, while it sounded really nice on paper, was really terrifying in reality. She looked at the murky, green water and jagged limestone cliffs that rose on either side like ribs of leviathan, blotting the dark sky and gritted her teeth.
