Woken up in the middle of the night by a dragon blockade, Xue Jing didn't return to his room to sleep, but chatted idly with Ning Yuantai, keeping an eye on the activities outside.
Although Ning Yuantai repeatedly assured him that the flight route was secretive and safe, and the dragon's blockade was just a freak accident, Xue Jing felt that with his current situation, it was better to believe in mysticism than in science.
It was better to be careful; you wouldn't want the plane to suddenly explode, as he, alone, couldn't reach the Seventh Metropolitan Circle.
Anyway, given his high levels of energy, not sleeping for ten days or even half a month wouldn't be a big deal.
Fortunately, no other incidents occurred afterward, and the plane flew steadily on the arranged route for the entire day.
"Xue, look over there!"
Ning Yuantai suddenly pointed towards a far-off scene outside the right porthole.
