"Target the Ming Dynasty..."
The crew heard the order, acknowledged it, and half of them went to the oar room in the ship's hold.
With their rowing, the Spirit Cultivation Ship swiftly turned.
Amidst the astonished gazes of everyone on the shore.
Swoosh~
The Spirit Cultivation Ship shot like a sharp sword towards the distant ocean, cutting through all the waves along the way.
This was the sailing speed Zhang Feng desired; even in calm seas without wind or waves, it could travel two thousand miles in a day.
The ship's entire crew consisted of ordinary-level Dan Jin Grandmasters.
Zhang Feng's ship was very fast.
...
Five days later.
The crew took turns rowing, and the Spirit Cultivation Ship broke through thousands of miles of waves, arriving in the waters of the Ming Dynasty.
Today, in the morning.
Zhang Feng surveyed this sea region, noticing numerous small islands and some ships belonging to foreigners.
He then took out a simple ocean map.
