The crescent-shaped, inward-curving cliffs enclosed a small, secluded beach. Waves pushed a few tiny seashells to Chen Shu's feet.
Chen Shu took off his clothes, wrung them dry, then put them back on.
Ning Qing stood nearby, watching him quietly.
"Secretary Ning."
Chen Shu kindly said to Qingqing, "Want to take off your clothes and wring them dry? I'll help you undress."
Naturally, he got no answer.
Chen Shu didn't mind. He turned back toward the cliff.
The cliff was only a few dozen meters high. Ordinary people might have been helpless before it, but for a Cultivator, it posed almost no difficulty.
From this angle, though, the cliff was made of dark gray stone, barren of even a blade of grass. It inevitably reminded him of Southern Continent Island—the only island along this stretch of the Escort Ship's route, and a Strategic Weapons testing range for the major powers.
Chen Shu had seen it in the news several times: Yi Nation's Strategic Weapons launched from the mainland, crossed thousands of miles, and landed on Southern Continent Island.
There were no other islands near Southern Continent Island, either.
That was precisely why it had become a testing range.
And a shared one at that.
At least in his previous life, the major powers hadn't shared testing ranges for their intercontinental missiles. Each had its own.
This worried Chen Shu.
But the sight of Qingqing's ever-calm face steadied him somewhat.
"I'll go take a look up there."
With that, Chen Shu headed toward the cliff.
The climb was a few dozen meters. Though steep, the rock wasn't smooth; waves had carved it into uneven shapes. After a quick look, Chen Shu found several footholds. With the Spirit Repulsion principle and a Martial Artist's explosive strength, he cleared more than ten meters