Unknowingly, they had been sailing for three days.
In these three days, apart from encountering the fog on the first day of sailing, they had not encountered any other strange scenes.
Early in the morning, after they had eaten the stored food, they carried small stools and sat on the deck. They looked at the calm sea and felt the slight sea breeze blowing on their faces.
They looked at their companions beside them and felt a sense of satisfaction and warmth.
Chang Yuan sighed in his heart. He only hoped that this kind of time would last a little longer.
Because Chang Yuan knew that beautiful things were often short-lived.
Beside them, Qiao Yuran had been looking at the sea. There seemed to be anticipation in her eyes. When she saw some movement on the sea by the side of the ship, she immediately stood up and shouted at the few of them, "Look, it's the Big Guy!"