The mist grew thinner and thinner.
Without the old captain needing to say anything, Zhao Si understood that they were about to make it through the mist.
"My lord, once we're past the mist, we'll be in the waters of the Land of Reeds," the old captain said. "But because of the wars there, most ports have been closed. I'm afraid making a normal landing will be difficult."
Zhao Si waved a hand. "It's fine. Just find a beach and drop us off."
That was easy enough. Once his feet touched solid ground, he could roam the Land of Reeds as he pleased.
He could go anywhere his eyes could see.
Even places his eyes couldn't see were no problem if he wanted to go.
"Whoosh."
The instant the Golden Ram's Horn emerged from the mist, a fresh breeze brushed their faces beneath a brilliant sun.
At once, he felt refreshed.
Even his mood opened up considerably.
His Prosthetic Eyes adjusted their focus as he gazed toward the horizon, where he could vaguely make out the outline of a continent.
It seemed to lie in the direction of the rising sun, right beneath it.
This might have been a good time to say, "The sun rises in the east."
But on second thought, that was only half a saying. Saying the whole thing would sound especially inauspicious.
So he swallowed the words.
Though a distant mountain could run a horse to death, the ship was moving fast too.
That continent visibly grew larger, little by little.
The sun in the sky also sank westward bit by bit.
Judging by their speed and the time, he guessed it would be dusk by the time they reached shore.
The moment just before dusk was called the Twilight of the Gods.
It carried