After offering assurances to the old captain, Shen Congfei pulled out his satellite phone and contacted those at the distant navy base.
"We're almost there, let's start now."
Just as he finished speaking, a voice came from the other side of the satellite phone:
"Received."
As the communication hadn't been cut off, Shen Congfei and others could vaguely hear some professional jargon being discussed.
Only after several hours did the other party excitedly reply, "Success, Tianxiang-1 Satellite has dispersed the storm in this region."
The old captain heard this and looked out the window at the No Return Strait.
It was still shrouded in a ferocious storm, under a sky dark with clouds.
"Uh..."
Just as someone was about to ask what was going on.
The storm that filled everyone's vision was slowly ebbing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Huge dark clouds were being swallowed by the pure white expanses.
