"Brother!"

"Something's not right. After we passed through that whirlpool, we're still in the East Sea region's channel..."

"But our coordinates are completely off. We're at least tens of thousands of miles away."

Fujita Jikai walked to the bow, his face etched with worry. He glanced at Jiang Chuyu struggling to paddle in the distant sea before turning to his brother and speaking in a low voice.