Obviously, the journey wasn't a smooth one.
Aboard the leading ship, a grey-robed old man with a hooded cloak, was carefully observing the compass in his hand, while his other hand was constantly calculating something.
After a while, he put down the compass and indicated to the helmsman to slightly adjust the ship's direction, yet his brows remained furrowed.
"Principal, are you still uncertain of the direction?" A young man next to him asked tentatively, seeing this.
The old man shook his head.
The young man's expression turned into clear disappointment: "It's been nearly three months now. We have faced danger after danger on our journey, with storms and sea beasts, and we've even lost a ship. How much longer is this going to last?"
The old man gave him a cold glance: "If you're not willing to stay on the ship, I can send you into the sea to clear your head."
