Chen Xuantian slipped into the bathroom, piecing together the flying sword guidance chip and poison needle hidden in the temple of his glasses.
Xin Su, "Handling it here is fine too, but make sure you noted down his flight number correctly."
"...All right, all right, I'll do it myself."
Chen Xuantian squatted on the toilet for a moment. After calculating the time, he thought it was about right, so he picked up his backpack, went to the departure level, randomly grabbed some tourist brochures, and used his Divine Sense to lock onto every person entering and exiting the airport.
After waiting for a short while, he suddenly heard a melodic string music nearby, followed by a pleasant female voice singing behind him,
"Praise be~ Supreme! Great be~ Supreme! Vast be~ Supreme! Supreme be~ Supreme! True Yang be~ Supreme! Blood Talisman be~ Supreme!"
"WTF..."
