Three days.
The ship has been sailing on the sea for three days.
In the past, the sea was never calm; several coastal cities had trading vessels going to and fro. Yet in these three days, Chen Feng hadn't encountered a single ship.
The apocalypse destroyed many things. The civilization and prosperity of the past were perhaps long lost within the disaster.
Chen Feng sat quietly in the cabin.
The room was 200 square meters and luxuriously decorated. Some carved artworks were placed around, with a bear rug underfoot. As a ruler, Chen Feng enjoyed this decadent life with a clear conscience.
"Tap... tap..."
The sound of hurried footsteps, followed by a soldier's report at the door: "Sir... we've discovered a city up ahead..."
Chen Feng opened his eyes, got off the bed, and walked to the door, opening it.
The soldier stood at the door, a trace of excitement lingering on his face. After all, familiar with the mainland life, they felt somewhat uneasy on this vast, boundless sea.
