With the passage of time, Chen Yuan and four others huddled on the small sampan, drifting aimlessly.
All around them was the vast sea, stretching out as far as the eye could see.
None of the five uttered a word.
Now, as night had fallen and they floated atop the dark waters in silence, the atmosphere grew extremely heavy, as if tinged with a sense of pessimism.
But Chen Yuan wasn't feeling pessimistic at all; he was in the midst of recovery.
Given a few days, although he wouldn't be fully restored, he would have enough strength to lead everyone out of this maritime region.
After all, his True Yuan was fundamentally different from the Martial Arts Internal Energy of this world.
With just one layer of True Yuan recovered, he would be able to walk on the sea and lead everyone away.
Little Baldy saw that Chen Yuan wasn't speaking and chose to remain silent as well.
He knew his master was cultivating to recover and should not be disturbed.
