Disappointment spread across James’ face.

Quincy held his hand and comforted him. “Don’t worry. We’ll find it.”

“I hope so.” James nodded lightly.

He knew the chances of finding it were slim. Even if they found it, what he was looking for might not be inside.

He continued to wait patiently for updates.

Soon, it was evening.

The soldiers that had stayed back to search the cavern returned.

They had scouted for an extended period but could not find any statue or boulder more than ten meters high.

The campfire continued to burn at the riverbank.

Daniel asked, “What should we do now, James?”

James fell into thought.

Even dozens of trained soldiers could not find the statue after a whole day’s search. It was unlikely for them to find it at this point.

There were only two possibilities—the statue or stone had collapsed after ten years, or they were looking in the wrong place.

James took out the map and analyzed it again.

He observed the map, looked at the river before him, and