Sailing is an art; if one merely relies on courage to explore unknown territories, there is no outcome other than death.
Six warships.
Three supply ships.
In addition, a hundred Nagas followed around the warships. Chen Feng would not embark on an uncertain task, cautious on land as well as at sea.
"Whew..."
A sea breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness to Chen Feng's face.
"Mighty Dragon, let's fly!"
A Giant Dragon was circling overhead, with a little girl cheering loudly on its back. The Inferior Demon felt no sadness. Unlike the Half-Elf and goblin, who feel at home wherever there's land, for the Inferior Demon, home is wherever Chen Feng is.
The Inferior Demon felt no loss; in fact, perhaps finally being able to see the outside world made her smile even brighter.
Long journey.
Chen Feng gazed at the endless horizon. From the moment he boarded the ship, he said goodbye to his past.
Unfamiliar seas.
Unknown enemies.
