章 474: 474. A dish of loose sand

Approaching noon, the sky was cloudless, and the sea sparkled.

Qiao Cong and Old Mu had just finished eating their dried food and were resting. Feng Ming was steering the boat, his eyes vigilant as he observed the surroundings.

Since they left Xingluo Island, they hadn't seen a single person or boat for several days. Along the way, they came across a deserted island. Old Mu had explored it last year when he first traveled to Xingluo Island with Cen Man and found it covered in rubble, with no signs of human habitation.

The sunlight was glaring, and Feng Ming, with his focused attention, was beginning to tire. He rubbed his eyes, took out his water bag, and drank a few sips. Then he raised his arm, used his sleeve to wipe his mouth, and recapped the water bag.

Just as he was putting the water bag back around his waist, Feng Ming looked into the distance and suddenly his expression changed. "Seniors! Someone's approaching!" he exclaimed.