Above Guangnan Province Airport, a mid-sized passenger jet is making its descent.
But as everyone knows, from the moment a jet begins its descent to actually landing at the airport, it takes at least twenty to thirty minutes. This is the most active time inside the cabin.
Even the passengers who were asleep are now mostly awake.
"Guangnan Province."
"We've finally arrived."
Andrew Han's face was calm as he quietly observed the city below.
The jet was already descending, and with his Martial Lord vision, Andrew could naturally take in everything at a glance.
He could even make out some elegant restaurants built atop skyscrapers, most offering Americonian and Anglo-French cuisine.
In the seat beside him—
sat a young man with features as refined as carved jade, dressed in a luxurious light-purple suit of exquisite craftsmanship. A silver necklace hung around his neck, and he wore rings on both hands, exuding an air of elegance and composure.
His first impression was one of high-class sophistication and distinguished taste.
"Young man,"
He offered a graceful smile and, with natural familiarity, looked at Andrew Han: "If I'm not mistaken, you're probably still a student?"
This was first class, where the majority of passengers were middle-aged.
Young people were already a rare sight here, especially someone as courteous and refined as Andrew Han, who looked every bit the genteel scholar not yet out in the world.
"Yes, I'm from Southland University," Andrew replied with a smile.
If Andrew hadn't suppressed his aura, even an accidental leak of Inspiration could have sent every living being in the cabin into a coma—including the two pilots in the cockpit.
He had no choice.
The facts spoke for themselves—a tiger really couldn't pretend to be a house cat... Even size alone was an issue.
"A complete miscalculation on my part."