What does it feel like to plummet from an altitude of 5,500 meters?
As Tang Xian pondered this question, his mind conjured up sample answers.
Laxatives, hanging mid-air, just off a plane, graduated from Massachusetts, 6'1", employed at the White House, well-versed in history and antiques, met Putin, met Trump, too many acquaintances, involvement in interests, it's a secret.
Naturally, Tang Xian had no time to write down these pointless things, feeling an unprecedented sense of relaxation instead.
Consequently, his mind began to wander uncontrollably.
Because there were no indications of injury in his sea of knowledge.
Because the raindrops didn't bring any discomfort to him either.
Because this world was exactly as he had imagined.
All the rumors and descriptions about the source world were a conspiracy, all fake!
However, he soon suffered massive damage.
