On the Endless Sea.
It was already the eighteenth day since Zhao Ya and his group had set out, yet as far as the eye could see, there was still only the boundless and vast ocean.
The sea surface mirrored the sky's scenery, and sailing through it felt as if the entire world had been destroyed, leaving only this Black Ship, incredibly desolate.
In the control room, Shi Bolong hummed a tune, drinking wine as he sat in a wheelchair.
Beside him, Zhao Ya was studying a thick collection of navigation charts.
Shi Bolong glanced over for a while before he couldn't help but say, "Sir, this navigation chart collection was added as a bonus when we bought this Black Ship from the Celestial Secret Sect. Most of the information in it is already outdated and doesn't provide much reference value for our current voyage, so you don't need to keep looking at it."
For everyone making a living on the Endless Sea, besides the ships, this sea route information concerned their very lives.
