On the helicopter, Xu Fan sat cross-legged, appearing completely unperturbed and utterly relaxed as he cultivated.
In the front seat, Old Xie kept glancing at Xu Fan out of the corner of his eye, his fists clenching tight intermittently, only to unclench repeatedly like a deflated ball, leaving none aware of what Old Xie was truly thinking with his flickering gaze.
The helicopter sped through the air swiftly, in the blink of an eye traversing countless mountains and rivers, and the scenery outside the window had long transformed from the steel forests of skyscrapers into barren wastelands.
"Is this... Tibet?"
In the back seat, Xu Fan suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the rapidly changing scenery outside the window with a slightly grim expression.
