Three days passed in a flash.
The fleet continued its journey on the sea, following the predetermined nautical route.
Zhong Lin stayed in his room, bored, doing nothing but cultivating, treating this voyage as a secluded retreat.
Zhong Lin, although often in seclusion, had never isolated himself for more than half a year, so this time he could properly try it out.
However, Long Zhao would often visit. At this time, he had already reached Yunling Realm Perfection and could not progress further unless he condensed the Xuandan.
Sometimes, when the mood struck, he would directly drag Zhong Lin to the deck for a stroll.
A month had passed, and the giant ship had entered the deep sea.
That night, the weather changed abruptly, and a torrential rain began to fall.
The wind roared, raising monstrous waves. The giant ship swayed back and forth among these waves, displaying a force that shook heaven and earth.
