Feng Jun headed to the Spirit Stone Mine one evening. With Footprint set up, he did not even need to travel there.
When he arrived in that stretch of sea, it was not yet dark. He slowly rose from beneath the water and, just before reaching the surface, discovered a fishing boat less than a kilometer away.
Visibility on the sea surface was excellent, and some people were even using binoculars to look into the distance. Feng Jun did not dare emerge. He swam more than three kilometers underwater before surfacing and releasing his Divine Sense to scan the surroundings.
The moment he scanned the area, he was stunned. Within a hundred square kilometers, there were actually fourteen or fifteen ships.
Feng Jun sighed. Three months had passed, yet the attention here had barely diminished.
Still, the dozen or so vessels were not distributed evenly, so there was room to maneuver. He chose a relatively empty area—there was a spot there suitable for placing a small bell, one he had surveyed beforehand.
Placing that bell took Feng Jun nearly ten hours. Any major movement would attract the attention of the other ships, and he did not want to be scanned again.
Even so, during the final cleanup, a slightly larger movement caught the attention of two ships. They changed course and headed toward him.
Now, even leaving required Feng Jun to be extremely careful. If he was tracked again and repeatedly scanned, difficulty escaping would be the least of his problems. If they discovered some major activity on the seabed, that would be the real trouble.
It took him more than an hour to carefully slip away. By the time he surfaced again, dawn was almost breaking.
This time, he simply flew close to the surface for more than a