Another three days passed, and the sea grew calm and still. The blazing sun wantonly scattered its scorching radiance, laying a layer of golden scales over the azure surface, while the gentle sea breeze brushed across everyone's face like a tender palm.
The sailors and guards lazed about on the deck, basking in the sun and feeling that soft sea breeze.
By now, they had already left the Storm Sea Region far behind. According to the information Zhou Tianci had provided, they had entered the waters of the Great Zhao Dynasty. However, because they still did not know their exact position, they could only keep heading east until they saw an island or land.
Three days had allowed everyone to recover. Their faces were no longer so pale, gaining a few more traces of color, and their spirits were no longer so exhausted; instead, they had become bright and vigorous.
Yang Zhengshan also had the leisure to play chess with Xuan Zhen, while Li Shangyuan dragged Lü Hua off to drink.
They had crossed the Storm Sea Region together, which made them companions who had shared life and death. Li Shangyuan and Tang An, master and disciple, had fully integrated into Yang Zhengshan's group and gained everyone's recognition.
Even Lü Hua's attitude toward him had become much gentler. With the mask on his face removed, the two sat together, chatting idly as they drank.
Just as everyone was enjoying this peace and leisure, the lookout on the watchtower suddenly shouted, "Family Head, there's land ahead?"
Hearing this, Yang Zhengshan stood up without another word and strode quickly to the bow, looking east.
Only, when he rose, he accidentally bumped the chessboard, and the chess pieces on it instantly scattered into a mess.
Xuan Zhen, who had just been about to