Knock, knock, knock.
The door was knocked.
Zhang Rongfang slowly returned to his senses from meditation, fully awake.
"Who is it?"
"Daddy asked me to check if you need any help, Uncle Zhang. You haven't come to eat for several days," said Nini, daughter of the ship's captain, Yan Zheng.
"It's fine, I have some dried food in my room. I've been busy these days, so I haven't gone out to eat. Thank you for your concern," Zhang Rongfang replied.
He practiced the Cultivation of Literature without regard for time or days, and now he didn't even know how long had passed.
"That's good. It's been two days, so if you need anything, remember to let us know. Out here on the sea, we're so isolated that apart from helping each other, there's really no one else we can rely on," Nini said softly.
"Alright, thank you." Zhang Rongfang got up and went to open the door.
Outside, Nini held a wooden tray with some dry biscuits, jerky, and dried fruits on it.
