Zhao Hai stood on the ghost king ship with a calm face. There was no one else on the ship, only him. He was flying in the sky of the secret realm. He didn't have any purpose this time. He was just flying forward, and as he flew, he looked at the scenery.
If he saw a place with good scenery, he would stop and take a good rest. He would stay in a place with good scenery for a few days and make some food for himself. He would live a very leisurely life.
It had been five days since Zhao Hai had left. He was not advancing very quickly and had even stopped by a waterfall for two days before continuing his journey.
Zhao Hai's face was filled with reminiscence. He used to go out with Laura and the others all the time. Just like this, they would stop for a few days when they saw a place with good scenery and continue walking. They would only go back when they felt bored. Zhao Hai was prepared to do the same this time, but unfortunately, he was alone.
