Sailing was undoubtedly irritable. At first, witnessing the vast and magnificent ocean, a wave of awe would surge in one's heart. But over time, it would also bring a sense of powerlessness and helplessness.
It's a kind of frustration where, no matter how strong a person is, they cannot compare to nature.
Chen Feng sat on the deck, underneath him a rocking chair, swaying gently, bringing a slight drowsiness. One's nerves can't always be tense, occasional relaxation is necessary.
He had already mastered Order.
But even though he had become a leader above ten thousand people, it still didn't make Chen Feng stop. Instead, amid people's astonished gazes, he stepped into the ocean.
To some people, Chen Feng's actions seemed completely unnecessary.
After all, Order had already risen. As time went on, some factories would also get on track; this was the best opportunity to rebuild the wasteland.
However, people perish in tranquillity.
