"Shen Luo, I think you should stop trying to steer this rickety boat. Controlling the waves to carry us forward would be steadier," Bai Xiaotian teased.
"True, that could work..." Shen Luo considered it briefly, then nodded.
With that, he sat down cross-legged, silently circulated the Nameless Art, and dipped one hand into the sea, beginning to control the water around the boat.
As he continuously poured in his magic power, water began splashing around the Sea-Treading Boat, and the waves pushed its hull swiftly forward.
Shen Luo focused completely. While controlling the waves, he also extended his divine sense into the water to inspect the reefs around them. Their progress was surprisingly steady.
But without a precise bearing, he could only drift toward Mount Putuo's main island in the direction he roughly estimated.
Meanwhile, in the sea fog not far from them, Wu Ming had a talisman glowing with azure light stuck between his brows. His eyes shone faintly gold, allowing him to see everything within the mist clearly.
Seeing that Shen Luo and Bai Xiaotian had not been trapped and were even heading out of the Misty Sea Region, he gave a cold snort. Lightly tapping his toes against the water, he pursued them.
After roughly seven or eight minutes, despite stumbling along, stopping and starting throughout the journey, Shen Luo finally found the right direction and reached the edge of the Misty Sea Region. Ahead, the majestic silhouette of an enormous mountain was already faintly visible.
"Hey, our luck's not bad. Looks like we've made it out." Standing at the bow, Bai Xiaotian snapped his folding fan open with a swish and gently fanned himself, looking effortlessly elegant as he faced the sea and rode the wind.
Having steered the boat by controlling the water all this