Connecting to the Abyssal Continent

"Senior Brother Feng, are we going to rest on Star Island in a while?"

A rather portly middle-aged man stepped forward and asked in a low voice beside Feng Yichen.

Feng Yichen glanced at him, then turned to look at another Foundation Establishment Early Stage cultivator named Deng Heming.

Noticing Feng Yichen's gaze, Deng Heming hurriedly darted over as well, crouching behind Feng Yichen with a chuckle. "We'll do as Senior Brother Feng says."

Feng Yichen narrowed his eyes and calculated for a moment. "We've only been out for twenty-seven days this time. It is still far from the deadline for the mission... Do you two want to go back early?"

The portly man could not help frowning. "A great enemy is at our gates now. The Sect Master's uncle specifically instructed us to return early. Isn't it inappropriate to waste time here?"

Deng Heming's expression turned somewhat unpleasant at those words, and he hastily said:

"This mission is led by Senior Brother Feng. Fat Brother, just listen to Senior Brother Feng."

Feng Yichen did not get angry. Sitting cross-legged on the deck of the Flying Boat with his hands tucked into his sleeves, he patiently explained, "What do you think will happen if we return too early?"

Though the portly man was frowning, he still thought it over before answering, "Given the sect's current situation, after we return, we'll at most get four or five days of rest before we have to busy ourselves with the next mission."

"Then will you have time to cultivate?"

Feng Yichen continued asking.

The portly man shook his head. "I understand what Senior Brother Feng means. You want us to cultivate properly here for a while, delay until it is time to return and submit the mission, and then we'll have even more