Three days later, a yacht was slowly sailing on the sea, and Li Yifei was sitting on the deck, with Sophia steering the boat in the cabin behind him. This time, Li Yifei did not bring any security personnel to watch, nor did he invite anyone else to accompany him.
Fog Island was just a few dozen nautical miles away in the front. From a distance, a vague mist could be seen spreading, but it was not clear.
The sailing speed was very slow. Li Yifei sat cross-legged with his palms up, lips pursed, and his eyes closed, adjusting his body to the best condition.
The weather today was very nice. Even on the sea, the speedboat's sway was minimal. The surface was calm and exceptionally clear, often revealing schools of small fish swimming past, occasionally leaping above the water.
