Fifteen days later,
the Demon Whale was still sailing across the sea. Clearly, Heider and the others had not prepared enough fresh vegetables.
The vegetables supplied to Xia Yan each day were pitifully scarce, and the crew got none at all.
Their plan had likely been to kill Xia Yan on the second day after setting sail, loot his belongings, and return. They had never expected to remain at sea for half a month.
The sea was calm.
Then, Xia Yan heard several muffled booms beneath the ship, as though tons of explosives had detonated underwater.
The crew immediately descended into panic, their faces pale with terror.
"Who?!"
"Why was there an explosion?!"
"No, no... it's here!"
It had finally arrived.
Xia Yan pushed open the door and stretched lazily into the sea breeze.
Heider killed one terrified crewman who had been clinging to him.
Then he strolled up leisurely.
"Good afternoon, my honored guest."
He had once again become the friendly, hearty Captain Heider, but his eyes were ferocious, brimming with the excitement of revenge and cruel fury.
"I have some bad news to report. It seems I took a wrong turn."
He swayed his head and spoke smugly.
"This sea is called the Demonic Whale Waters. It is the deepest area nearby. They say there is a trench a thousand meters deep beneath it. Perhaps you do not know, but a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, a demonic whale, lives here. That is why it is called the Demonic Whale Waters..."
"The demonic whale is very lazy. Its left eye is blind. During spring and autumn, it faces east, while in summer and winter, it faces west. As long as one keeps track of the time and direction, ships passing through the Demonic Whale Waters will not easily provoke it."