Thirty thousand feet in the air, the plane weaved through clouds.
In the first class cabin, there were Suming, Zhao Yun, and Nangong Huang.
Suming hadn't specifically asked Zhao Yun how he had persuaded Zhaoqian to let him go on this trip, probably with sweet nothings and a barrage of passionate persuasion, finishing off with some talk about life and ideals, topped with grand principles like "a man's ambition"... Anyway, that's how he did it, and if he wasn't mistaken, Zhao Yun's methods were likely quite similar; when it came to this, the wisdom of men was universal.
Nangong Huang clutched a paper bag, vomiting and utterly disoriented.
