"How long until we arrive?" Bai Wuheng glanced at the endless darkness enveloping the sea and asked in a deep voice.
"About half an hour," replied the subordinate in the helmsman's cabin, who was responsible for controlling the ship's speed and direction. "The visibility at night is too low, and the sea is rough, making it extremely difficult for the ship to navigate."
Half an hour, is it still in time... Bai Wuheng thought to himself, furrowing his brow.
At this moment, he even felt a bit resentful. Why did Han Zhan refuse his help, and why did he leave without saying anything?
"I hope your ability can live up to the pride within you," Bai Wuheng murmured.
Although the likelihood of that is really slim.
Half an hour later.
When the "White Camel" arrived in this distant sea area, the waters were silent, without a sliver of light.
Only the pouring rain and the surging giant waves remained.
