After all, in the world as it is now, there's no one who can descend from the sky without a sound, like ghosts and gods.
Such a thing isn't even something people dare to imagine.
As things stand now, don't even mention airplanes—there aren't even any flying machines; even something like the gliders or hot-air balloons of later ages simply doesn't exist yet, and no one has ever even heard of them.
Precisely because of this, they were so sure—it absolutely could not be someone from outside. And right now, other than the old General, none of the others had ever considered that Lin Yi might belong to the enemy.
Faced with the old General's question, Lin Yi just chuckled, baring a row of white teeth.
This couldn't help but make the old General frown even more deeply; at the same time his palm slammed down on the case-table in front of him with a bang, and he snapped irritably:
"Who exactly are you? Under whose command do you serve? What business do you have seeking this General?
