A man in his twenties approached; he was one of Qi Tianshang's trusted aides, much like Han Ye. However, while Han Ye stayed by Qi Tianshang's side, this man was in charge of Qi Tianshang's properties, training Qi Tianshang's men. They called him Han Xing.
"Honorable Master!" Han Xing glanced at the sea beneath the cliff and said solemnly, "Honorable Master, with such turbulent waters, our chances of finding Miss Qin are extremely slim."
Qi Tianshang's hands tightened on the railing, "No matter how slim the chances, I must find her."
"Yes, sir!"
Han Ye didn't dare say more, simply instructing his men to don their diving suits and carefully descend at the side of the railing.
Dozens of Qi Tianshang's men were dispatched, and Qi Tianshang watched quietly, from morning until around one or two in the afternoon.
"Lord Han Xing, there's no sign of Miss Qin at all."
