"We should be able to arrive tonight,"
Feng Yuan informed everyone over breakfast. Just then, Cheng Yong happened to walk by and glanced at Feng Yuan and the others, saying,
"Where do you plan to land?"
"Nan Huang, I suppose, but you probably don't need to drop us off, we have a ship to get there."
"While it's fine for you to take us to shore, you must be eager to rush back and deliver those supplies to your own people, right?"
"The specific details are up to you to decide."
Seeing Feng Yuan look his way, Mo Li took a sip of tea and said,
"You've said everything I could have said, what more can I add? And haven't you already made the decision for me?"
Scratching his head in embarrassment, Feng Yuan chuckled nervously. Smiling lightly, Mo Li said,
"I'm not blaming you. Actually, I had more or less the same thought. If you have a ship, then there's indeed no need to have them take us to shore."
"Moreover, if you were to show up at the shore, there might be quite a commotion."
