The private jet of the Hu Corporation quickly climbed in altitude. Qing Chen sat on the sofa inside the cabin, staring out the window, lost in thought.
He didn’t even pay attention to the crew mbers quietly whispering.
"Go, go, you said you dream about him every day. It’s rare to see him again, don’t miss the chance."
"Yes, such a good opportunity, ordinary people wouldn’t encounter this in a lifeti."
Minutes later, a flight attendant crouched beside Qing Chen and mustered a beautiful smile: "Mr. Qing, shall I help you stow this bag?"
Qing Chen raised his hand to stop her: "No need, this bag cannot be touched."
The flight attendant curiously examined the backpack, feeling it was strange, with a pull-ring on the outside whose purpose was unclear.
This thing seed more like... a parachute bag?
Who brings a parachute bag on a plane? Is it for jumping off if the plane crashes...
Thinking of this, the flight attendant rembered a previous thrilling experience, and couldn’t help but shudder inwardly.
Qing Chen calmly reassured, "Don’t worry, nothing will happen to you."
As he spoke, he placed the parachute bag on the seat beside him and continued looking at his phone.
"You seem to have sothing on your mind?" the attendant asked softly.
Qing Chen nodded: "Many friends have left... you go ahead, I want to be alone for a while."
Private jets have internet access.
At this mont, the Outer World’s news dia began reporting about Li Yunshou, with so believing the Li Family had betrayed the Eastern Continent Federation, others seeing Li Yunshou as a coward.
These people’s information is outdated, unaware of real-ti events.
Qing Chen earnestly watched and instructed the Parents’ eting to contact dia for clarifying so false reports.
He hoped Li Yunshou would not be tarnished after death, even if it was the Outer World.
The attendant noticed Qing Chen didn’t want to continue talking, and returned to the galley.
Other attendants whispered: "You’re too easily discouraged, go chat with him."
The attendant hesitated for a long ti: "What should I say... seems like we have no common topics."
An older team leader quietly advised: "You won’t know unless you try. Others can’t even et him, and you’ve seen him twice but didn’t talk. Are you content with that?"
The attendant thought for a long ti until sighing: "Forget it, we’re not from the sa world."
They once thought "not from the sa world" was a drama trope for breaking up, but in reality, upon eting soone like Qing Chen, they understood he lived in a different world.
You’ll never experience what he has, even face-to-face, unsure of what to say, with a vast chasm between you.
That chasm is invisible until you approach closely.
Just then, coughing sounds ca from the cabin. All attendants noticed Qing Chen’s pain and exhaustion from behind the curtains.
"Is he injured? I heard there’s been ongoing war in the Inner World recently."
"Maybe he’s sick."
"Wasn’t it said Transcendents don’t get sick? He’s the most powerful one."
The coughing suddenly stopped, and soone sensed sothing was amiss.
The previous attendant’s expression changed, she lifted the curtain and rushed into the cabin, finding Qing Chen collapsed on the ground, unconscious.
Qing Chen was deathly pale, with blood at the corner of his mouth.
This near-death state was no pretense, Qing Chen had no reason to fake it before these crew mbers.
"Mr. Qing!" soone exclaid.
But as they approached, Qing Chen opened his eyes again, calmly saying: "Back away, don’t co closer."
His gaze was cold and rciless, his pupils glimring with golden lightning.
As if another step forward would truly lead to death.
Usually, Qing Chen seed unaffected, unless he was coughing blood, as many wouldn’t notice he had cancer.
But now it’s different, he has at most a week, half a month left. When he fell unconscious, his body activated self-defense chanisms.
Approaching now could really be fatal.
The attendants abruptly halted.
In the next second, they saw Qing Chen struggle to rise from the ground, wipe his mouth smilingly, he noticed the bloodstains on his collar: "Did I scare you? Sorry, you are innocent, you’ve worked hard."
After speaking, Qing Chen picked up his backpack: "Continue on the predetermined course."
"What about you, Mr. Qing?" an attendant asked.
Qing Chen walked to the galley, lifted the carpet, revealing a passage to the equipnt and luggage areas. He calmly said: "I’ll be in the luggage area alone. Rember, don’t co down."
An attendant asked: "Mr. Qing, aren’t your symptoms very severe? Shouldn’t we land urgently for treatnt?"
Qing Chen replied with a smile: "No need, I know my condition, I don’t have ti."
The attendants exchanged puzzled glances, encountering such a situation for the first ti.
Ever since working for Qing Chen as crew mbers, life seed bizarre and fantastical.
Once Qing Chen disappeared into the passage and shut the door, the team leader sighed: "Everyone thinks he’s glamorous, at the pinnacle of life. Who would have thought he’s burdened with all this."
"His journey must’ve been very difficult."
The plane continued flying to North Arica. As it reached the skies above the Caribbean, it began descending for landing at Guatemala Airport.
Qing Chen sat in the darkness of the luggage area, coughing and reminiscing about his experiences after crossing worlds.
He heard what the attendants said, but as he rembered, he truly didn’t feel too difficult.
Instead, at this mont, he earnestly felt the Inner World had too many beautiful things, driving him to safeguard that land.
The plane descended from 12 kiloters to 8 kiloters, and Qing Chen suddenly took out goggles from his backpack, and abruptly opened the brake lever of the luggage area.
The outside daylight poured in.
The cockpit sounded an alarm: Cabin air pressure compromised! Cabin air pressure compromised! Internal pressure decreasing!
The attendants anxiously asked what to do, where the damage was, but the captain looked at the flight plan: "No worry, we’ll be landing soon, there won’t be danger."
The team leader said: "But Mr. Qing is in the luggage area, could that be the problem? He might lack oxygen. Let’s make an ergency landing sowhere first."
The captain shook his head: "My orders are, no matter what happens, we cannot change course."
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