On the private jet from Weihai to Busan.
Jiang Tai sat quietly in the reclining chair, holding a pen and working, while Zhang Hua, who sat next to him, looked around, fidgeting as if he had ADHD.
"Brother Jiang, I heard that now everyone is afraid to fly, yet here we are, knowingly walking into the tiger's den!"
"We have the four National Guardians—Profound Immortal, Prophet, Martial God, and Yin Yang Master—so even if the plane explodes, it won't harm you, keep calm."
"Oh..."
Listening to their conversation, the corners of Ma Ran's lips curled slightly.
A recording of a conversation before his rebirth that left a lasting memory was the reason he valued "Stool"—
"What do you understand?! You can't possibly comprehend my pain!"
