"Captain, the Twelve Stars' ship Calming Field is three nautical miles ahead. Should we dock for Calming?"
It was just after six in the morning. Shi Ming had just finished his routine inspection on deck when a crewmate's voice came over the intercom. After a night of slow sailing, the Dayun had once again returned to the "Dinglan Field" of this King-level Wandering Ship.
The sun had just risen, and the morning light pierced through the clouds, casting an epic glow upon the distant behemoth that was the Twelve Stars.
The vast, desolate sea was no longer lonely; now and then, one or two Wandering Ships could be seen passing through these waters.
It finally felt inhabited.
"Yes, dock there and begin Calming."
"Roger that."
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