It was evidently a tactic to delay them…
Delaying? Duan Yue lifted his gaze and locked eyes with Mo Lian.
"Uncle, we need to hurry. Qiaoqiao might be in trouble!" Mo Lian's thoughts echoed Duan Yue's concern.
The perpetrator must have orchestrated this obstruction to hold them back for Qiaoqiao.
Mu Xingchen shared the urgency, wishing the spiritual tool possessed greater speed. Unfortunately, the current vessel lacked the excitement she desired.
Duan Yue shot an irked glance at Mo Lian beside him. "Don't spiritual weapon engineers have aquatic tools for swift water entry?"
Crown Prince Mo felt the sting of the accusation. After a prolonged pause, he managed to utter a single word. "Limited."
Limited? Duan Yue seethed inwardly at the excuse, thinking, "Limited by your poverty, I suppose."
