It was clear that this journey was not peaceful.
On the leading sea ship, an old man in a hooded gray robe was intently focusing on the compass in his hand, with his other hand constantly calculating.
After a while, he put down the compass and instructed the helmsman to slightly adjust the ship's direction, yet his brows remained furrowed.
"Manager, still unsure of the direction?" a young man beside him cautiously asked.
The old man shook his head.
The young man looked visibly disappointed: "It's been almost three months already. We've been through plenty of turbulence on this journey, hurricanes and sea beasts, we even lost a ship. How much longer till we get there?"
The old man swept him a cold glance: "If you don't like staying on the ship, I can send you to the sea to sober up."
The young man shivered at this and instantly dared not speak further. The sea was full of ferocious sea beasts, being thrown overboard would surely spell doom.
