"It's not me!" Ning Yan's heart was filled with horror as he hurriedly spoke.
"It's in the direction I'm in, right? That must be it!"
Ning Yan hurriedly moved away and arrived beside Wu Jianwu.
However, as he moved, the pointer on the compass in the captain's hand, guided by his bloodline, also moved, still pointing towards Ning Yan.
The captain's expression turned solemn. He cast a meaningful glance at Ning Yan and calmly spoke.
"Give it to me!"
Wu Jianwu's expression also changed. He looked at Ning Yan and subconsciously spoke.
"When the old tree blooms, it's your grandchildren,
and when the willows are dark, but the flowers are bright, that's your old man?"
Ning Yan's heart skipped a beat and he wasn't in the mood to care about Wu Jianwu. At this moment, his expression revealed confusion, and his heart was in turmoil.