Three stacked lenses, under the sun's rays, brought the kettle below directly to a boil.
A fragrant smell slowly drifted out. Li Mu Chuan took a look, decided it was about done, moved the lenses aside, then picked up the kettle and looked at the cooked fish inside.
His expression improved considerably.
He casually put another kettle beside him back in place to distill water, then sat down and began eating.
As he ate, he looked into the distance.
Thirteen days had passed since they had encountered those foreigners, yet they still had not caught up with Dawn City.
As for the Zheng Family Water Fortress, no one knew where it had gone. A massive storm had scattered all the water fortresses.
More than half a month had now passed, and the fish meat they had acquired earlier was nearly gone.
The people of the Liu and Zhou families had begun growing worried again.
That was life at sea. Often, after one meal, there was no telling where the next would come from.
Li Mu Chuan drank his fish soup while watching the fortress residents busily working below.
Even while sailing, the residents had not stopped. They maintained the bottom of the water fortress and checked the seabed.
They were doing their best to find a suitable place to settle.
"Fortress Lord, we can't keep going like this. I'm afraid we won't be able to find Dawn City."
Hu Zi hurried over and looked worriedly at Li Mu Chuan, who was still drinking fish soup.
Ever since the thunderstorm had passed, they had been searching for Dawn City. More than a month had gone by, yet there was still no sign of it.
That alone was enough to explain the situation.
After so long, finding Dawn City was simply impossible.