Wu Tian, Lin Zhan, and the little one decided to go to Longjing.
After they met, Lin Zhan smiled. "I've already bought our plane tickets."
"Do you like taking the plane?" Wu Tian asked, looking at the little one.
The little one shook his head. "I want to fly on my own."
Wu Tian chuckled. "Besides, planes are too slow."
Planes are slow? Lin Zhan was speechless. "Even if you use Qinggong, which is faster than a car, there's no way it's faster than a plane, right?"
Wu Tian shook his head. "Qinggong? I don't know how to do that."
"That's right, my Papa doesn't know Qinggong," the little one cried out, catching Lin Zhan off guard. Then, his tone shifted abruptly. "But my Papa can fly."
Wu Tian nodded, then picked up the little one. Grabbing Lin Zhan's shoulder with his free hand, he pushed off from the ground and soared into the air.
