When the Base Chief saw Zhang Yang, whom he had not seen for a long time, walk into his office, his face was full of surprise. "Zhang Yang? You're back at work? Has your condition improved?"
"It's still the same. Even when I eat at home, I feel like someone is watching me from the shadows." Zhang Yang sat down on the sofa, picked up the hot tea the secretary had prepared, and took a light sip.
"Then why did you come running to the base instead of staying home? You know, it's been several months since that happened. I can't guarantee that this Naval Base hasn't been infiltrated by Spirit Hall. There are so many people here that there's bound to be an opening somewhere."
Zhang Yang sighed. "I can't stop eating for fear of choking. With cultivation five or six times faster, I'd come even with a blade at my throat."
"No wonder your cultivation is so high. You're willing to risk your life just to cultivate. If you're not strong, who is?" the Base Chief said with a sigh.
Zhang Yang waved a hand. "Whoever wants to be strong can be strong. I only came over to say hello. I'll be leaving again soon."
"You're leaving again?" The Base Chief froze. "Didn't you come back to cultivate? Where are you going?"
Zhang Yang answered concisely, "Out to sea."
"Out..."
Zhang Yang hired a group of ordinary sailors from the Vast Sea City market, then silently sailed out on a small destroyer from the naval Dock that had already been outfitted and was awaiting assignment to a fleet.
Cultivating in the office was not the fastest option. Going out to sea aboard a Naval Warship was where his cultivation speed truly peaked.
By rough estimate, cultivating at sea