Xiao Zheng stood on the deck of the central ship, eyes closed, as if in cultivation.
Long Qie dared not disturb him and quietly stood by.
After a moment, Xiao Zheng opened his eyes and said to Long Qie, "Instruct the crew to head northwest."
Long Qie was taken aback and said, "Mr. Xiao, why is that? If I remember correctly, the northwest direction is a floating ice field, where icebergs collapse every moment. It's extremely dangerous; if the ship goes in, it could easily hit an iceberg and sink."
Xiao Zheng smiled and said, "Precisely because it's a floating ice field, we need to go there."
Long Qie thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Xiao, do you plan to wait there for the Demon Shield Bureau's pursuers and then use the unique geographical environment to limit the actions of their fleet?"
Xiao Zheng said, "Yes, and no."
Seeing Long Qie about to ask more, Xiao Zheng said, "Enough, don't ask now, you'll know in due time."
