Chen Feng couldn't believe Zhuge Xiaoyu was thinking that way.
In her world view, can ordinary people fly too?
After giving it careful thought, Chen Feng figured that in Zhuge Xiaoyu's original world, everyone was a cultivator. So, in her mind, ordinary people could fly, and the "ordinary people" she saw were actually cultivators.
Realizing this, Chen Feng said solemnly, "First of all, you need to understand something. Not everyone in this world is a cultivator. There are countless ordinary folks who don't even know what cultivation is. They're only concerned with the essentials of daily life, making ends meet. So, not everyone can fly, understood?"
"But they can use that big thing, right?"
Zhuge Xiaoyu said.
"Which big thing?"
"The thing, you know, the one that comes from the 'electric something' and falls from the sky."
"An airplane?"
"Yeah."
"But where can they find an airplane in the snowy wilderness? They can't even make a phone call, you know."
