Shi Ming leaned back on the bed, leisurely sipping a glass of red wine as he watched the sunset outside his window.
After resting for two hours, he had completely recovered the Spiritual Power he had spent upgrading to a Marshal-level Wandering Ship. He was now brimming with energy, feeling like he could take on a Sea Beast and fight for three hundred rounds.
His ship, the Da Yun, was also on its way to the next waypoint.
BEEP.
Shi Ming's interest was piqued as he picked up the second communicator hanging from his waist. It was the one from the captain of the Huangshi.
This communicator was a crucial channel for Lighthouse to contact its subordinates, with new messages appearing daily.
[Lighthouse: Have you formulated a plan yet? Jinshan, Michael!]
Lighthouse's First Governor was struggling to contain his fury.
'If I don't ask, do these people not know they're supposed to report?'
