Merely a quarter of an hour had passed, and Su Sheng was already leaning on the couch, holding a glass of champagne, with the blue sky and white clouds outside the window. The plane had taken off.
He was somewhat surprised, because even private jets cannot take off at any time, let alone offer such a grand affair where the entire crew served only him.
Three hours later, the plane landed, and Jiang Shirong had already arrived with more than a dozen people waiting, and he actually saw the Martial Cultivator elder Tang Shaoquan whom he had met in the last ruins.
Although he did not take Tang Shaoquan seriously at the beginning, this elder was a true Martial Arts Grandmaster. Speaking strictly of martial prowess, beating up a hundred ordinary people was as easy for him as a warm-up exercise.
