"By the way."
Pan Wendi regrettably slapped his thigh:
"If Yong’an Island had an airport back then, I would’ve just flown my ’War Eagle’ over there; no need to take that lousy boat."
"Fang Cheng, if you ever plan to visit those monsters of the True Thought Society, let know. We can go together..."
"Cough, cough."
Lin Chuqiao lightly coughed twice, interrupting Pan Wendi’s endless chatter.
Pan Wendi imdiately got the hint, chuckled, and scratched his head:
"Of course, this ti, being able to co out is mainly thanks to my cousin."
"If it wasn’t for her saying she wanted to attend so academic seminar in Tian Nan, take a vacation and felt lonely by herself, insisting on dragging along, my mom wouldn’t have let out!"
"So, you better rember to appreciate ."
Lin Chuqiao picked up a glass of lemonade, slowly sipped it, and said:
"Once we reach Tian Nan, be good and don’t cause trouble for ."
"The rules of the Pan Family; you should know them better than I do. If Aunt finds out you’re fooling around outside, your life might not be easy later."
"Yes, yes."
Pan Wendi imdiately toned down his attitude, sat on a nearby sofa, but still muttered:
"I really don’t want to go back to that lousy Secret Realm for cultivation. It’s like prison in there; I don’t know how those old geezers stand it..."
Fang Cheng listened quietly, understanding in his heart.
It was clear that the Pan Family, being a noble family, had very strict rules.
Pan Wendi seed to want to complain a bit more, but when he caught sight of his cousin’s half-smiling gaze, he instantly chuckled.
His eyes shifted, and suddenly he got interested, deliberately flicking his gaze between Fang Cheng and Lin Chuqiao, drawing out his words:
"But you know, this ti out, besides thanking my talented and lovely good cousin, I must also thank Fang Cheng, my brother."
"After all, it’s not often soone could grab her attention so much that she’d personally venture to Tian Nan..."
The implied aning in his words made Bai Ling cover her mouth to stifle her laughter.
A slight, almost imperceptible blush appeared on Lin Chuqiao’s cheeks; she gave Pan Wendi a sharp glance, eyes full of penetration.
Pan Wendi shrank his neck, imdiately surrendered and didn’t dare to continue on that topic.
He then cleared his throat, stood up, and mimicked a professional flight attendant’s tone:
"Cough, cough, dear passengers, welco aboard this ’Wendy Airlines’ flight WD888."
"This flight goes from East Capital to Cui City, with an expected flight ti of three hours and twenty-five minutes at an altitude of twelve thousand ters. During this ti, we will provide you with the most esteed service..."
His vivid impersonation made Bai Ling laugh uncontrollably again.
After his codic act, Pan Wendi snapped his fingers suavely and instructed the two smiling, quietly standing flight attendants:
"Alright, go prepare so drinks for our esteed guests. Rember to take special care of this handso Fang Cheng; he’s our most important VIP."
"Yes, young master."
One of the flight attendants with chestnut-colored wavy hair walked over gracefully.
She leaned slightly, the light scent of her perfu drifting in the air, with a voice so soft it seed ready to drip:
"Mr. Fang, would you like sothing to drink? We have freshly ground Blue Mountain coffee and thirty-year-old aged whiskey..."
The flight attendant’s gaze was bold and direct, seemingly trying to scrape sothing off Fang Cheng’s exceptionally handso face.
Before Fang Cheng could respond, Lin Chuqiao already approached with a freshly brewed cup of tea, positioning herself directly between the flight attendant and Fang Cheng.
She wore an impeccable smile, though her eyes were as calm as a deep pool.
"He has a sensitive stomach, can’t take anything too stimulating."
Lin Chuqiao gently placed a white porcelain teacup on the table in front of Fang Cheng, speaking as naturally as if she were explaining sothing mundane from a girlfriend’s perspective:
"A little hot tea will do."
The flight attendant’s smile slightly froze, quickly straightening and retreating tactfully.
It was only then Lin Chuqiao sat down contentedly across from Fang Cheng, as if nothing had just happened.
Fang Cheng picked up the teacup, feeling the warm cup wall, but inside, he felt amused and caught off guard.
A sensitive stomach?
To think, I’ve even devoured the filthy Deep Red Eye whole!
On the other side, Bai Ling was eagerly pulling Pan Wendi, asking him to teach her a complex card ga.
The two quickly huddled together, and bursts of laughing and playing sounds rose.
In the corner where Fang Cheng and Lin Chuqiao were, the atmosphere returned to silence.
The noise seed isolated to the other end of the cabin.
Lin Chuqiao also took out a stack of printed docunts from her handbag, with the title boldly reading "Tian Nan Province Chen Family Curse Case."
"Looks like we’re on the sa page."
She smiled gently, pushing the docunts to the center of the table: "I also bought so intelligence from ’Naihe Bridge’ two days ago."
"Besides buying intelligence, I also took on the task of solving this case."
Fang Cheng added afterward.
Hearing this, a flash of understanding appeared in Lin Chuqiao’s eyes.
"That’s good, it’ll make our actions more convenient."
She asked no more questions and instead opened the docunts.
The two of them huddled together, attempting a deeper analysis of this bizarre case.
"Three victims, three thods of death."
"One was scared to death, another seed to be stripped of their sanity and willingly sought death, and one died silently in their sleep."
Fang Cheng frowned slightly, speaking solemnly:
"The only commonality is that there was no intense struggle before death, making it seem less like a homicide."
"Precisely because of this, it makes one more suspicious, is there really such coincidence in the world?"
Lin Chuqiao’s expression beca sowhat serious as she continued:
"The intelligence experts at Naihe Bridge, based on the events and clues from the scene, believe it to be a result of the extrely sinister ’Black Magic’ from the Southern Ocean area."
"So, before we visit the Chen Family, we must make so preparations in advance to prevent any unforeseen circumstances."
"Yes."
Fang Cheng nodded slightly in agreent.
The two discussed for nearly half an hour and, still without a clear conclusion, decided to take a break.
Lin Chuqiao put away the docunts, leaned back into the soft sofa, closed her eyes, and prepared to nap and rest.
Her long eyelashes cast a shallow shadow under her eyelids, making her intellectual and beautiful face appear exceptionally serene under the soft light.
Fang Cheng did not disturb her and turned his gaze outside the window.
The plane had already entered the stratosphere, and outside the window was a vast and boundless sea of clouds.
The layers of white clouds resembled frozen waves, their edges inlaid with dazzling gold under the sunlight.
Further away, the sky presented a purer shade of azure blue.
Fang Cheng suddenly found himself lost in thought.
What a delight it would be if he could soar freely between the sky and sea of clouds without any external assistance?
By the current standards of his physical condition, plain static hovering can last about eight seconds.
If he jumped off a cliff or a high-rise, using the wind for gliding, and combined it with the tiny thrust generated by True Qi erupting from all his pores for adjustnts and acceleration—
Perhaps he could extend this ti to twenty seconds.
But that was ultimately just gliding, not true flying...
Fang Cheng sighed in resignation.
While quietly calculating his limits, imrsing himself in longing for the sky, a subtle feeling made him subconsciously turn his head.
In an instant, Fang Cheng’s gaze t Lin Chuqiao’s eyes in mid-air.
She had opened her eyes at so point and was gazing at him without blinking.
Her bright eyes reflected only his figure.
It was an extrely focused stare, carrying a hint of inquiry, curiosity, and a touch of tenderness buried so deep within that perhaps even she hadn’t realized it.
Being caught on the spot, a trace of obvious fluster flashed across Lin Chuqiao’s eyes.
Her fair cheeks quickly flushed with a faint blush, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Then she slowly closed her eyes, her breathing becoming a bit longer than before, pretending that she just happened to open her eyes and glanced inadvertently.
Looking at her in this state, Fang Cheng couldn’t help but smile.
He didn’t call her out, simply withdrew his gaze calmly, picked up the slightly warm cup of tea from the table, and took a gentle sip.
This corner was filled with the serene aroma of tea and a silent atmosphere.
anwhile, from the other side ca Pan Wendi’s exaggerated laughter and Bai Ling’s playful complaints for losing a card ga.
Ti quietly passed during the smooth flight.
After an unknown amount of ti, the soft announcent from the flight attendant echoed in the cabin.
"Dear passengers, our plane has begun its descent and is expected to arrive at Cui City International Airport in fifteen minutes."
"The ground temperature is twenty-eight degrees Celsius, the weather is clear, please fasten your seatbelts in advance..."
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