Ji Lingfeng set off with Ji Nan at four in the afternoon.
He had always been cautious, but this time, he was even more careful. He gave up on the plane and chose to take the nautical route.
The luxurious ferry setting off from the independent continent was equipped with the most advanced equipment, comparable to the ammunition depot of a cruise ship.
The sun rose and set, and rose again.
He Lin walked to the deck and looked at the middle-aged man whose clothes were blown by the wind. "Patriarch, didn't you rest last night?"
Ji Lingfeng looked at the calm sailing line.
The blue sky and the blue sea formed a line. They were the same color, and the scenery was exceptionally magnificent.
He asked without turning his head, "Is Ji Nan not up yet?"
"Young Master Nan is still resting in his room." He Lin's answer was equivalent to not answering.
However, Ji Lingfeng was used to it. "Tell him to come to me when he wakes up."
