"Senior Brother Ling Yun, how about it? Are there any strong ones on this plane?"
Noticing a flicker of light in Ling Yun's eyes, Zhao Feng asked from the side.
"Tsk tsk, this is interesting. This plane is called Earth, with a total population of over six billion people. Almost all of them are ordinary people. Additionally, their civilization is not one of immortal cultivation, but rather a type of civilization called technology."
While extracting the pilot's memories, Ling Yun spoke.
"Senior Brother Ling Yun, their so-called technology, is it referring to these rudimentary ships and flying boats?"
Hou Tong chuckled softly and asked.
"Yes."
Ling Yun nodded slightly, continuing to extract the pilot's memories when suddenly a sharp glint passed through his eyes.
"What's wrong, Senior Brother Ling Yun?"
Zhao Feng inquired.
