"Holy crap! Is this the gift she gave you? What on earth is this thing?"

Wuming looked astonished and slowly circled the plane, but only wandered around the bottom of the plane.

Good heavens! This thing is enormous!

Its outer shell has a delicate pink hue, like the afterglow of a sunset. This color is unprecedented even on the Xuancang Continent; there is simply no such light and delicate pink pigment to be found.

Luo Xiuran pushed off slightly with both feet, and his body soared into the air like a bird. He took a closer look at the entire plane from above, and then landed lightly on the side wing next to him.

"Seeing is believing, Bei Chen. Are you sure this is really a generous gift from your wife?"

A hint of doubt flickered in Luo Xiuran's eyes.

How exactly did Yun Qingluo obtain such a rare item?

And what is the purpose of that transparent area on the mysterious object in front of us?

Why can it penetrate obstacles without hindrance and clearly see the scene inside?

There seem to be rows of seats inside?

Could this be a horse-drawn carriage?

But it doesn't quite look like it...

"How many Akhal-Teke horses would it take to pull this strange carriage?"

Luo Xiuran pondered to himself, and just as he was thinking, someone spoke for him.

So he chose to remain silent.

"Ah, looking down from the air, this...this is simply an enormous bird. It's not an eagle, yet it can soar through the sky. Its wings spread out on both sides, and it even has a tail. What is this thing? Beichen, come quickly and take a look. Do you recognize it?"

Wuming exclaimed in astonishment.

After the initial shock, Mo Beichen suddenly recalled something that Luo Luo had once described to him.

It seems that thing is called—an airplane?

Mo Beichen murmured softly, somewhat uncertainly.

"airplane?"

Because both Luo Xiuran and Wuming possessed profound internal energy cultivation, they naturally heard Mo Beichen's soft murmurs.

Is this thing called an airplane?

Luo Xiuran and Wuming exchanged a silent glance, their eyes revealing the same question: Is this really what I think?

Can it fly?

Mo Beichen moved with lightning speed, instantly flying to the side of the plane.

His eyes widened, a hint of astonishment in them.

The enormous creature before us actually came from the mysterious world where Luo Luo lived?

However, a question immediately arose: Where did Luo Luo get this huge airplane from?

Could it be that Luo Luo is now able to travel through time and return to the dynasty she originally lived in?

Thinking of this, Mo Beichen felt a surge of panic and turned around without hesitation to leave.

No, no, no, absolutely not!

Luo Luo once promised to spend her whole life with him, how could she abandon him and leave alone?

No, even if I have to leave, I must take him with me!

At this moment, Mo Beichen's curiosity about the airplane had long since vanished, and all he could think about was getting back to Luo Luo's side as soon as possible and finding out the truth of the matter.

He wanted to hear Luo Luo explain the origin of the plane in person.

He wanted to hold Luo Luo in his arms and hear her say that she would never leave him.

Just then, Wuming noticed that Mo Beichen looked unusually nervous and was about to turn away. He quickly called out, "Hey, what are you doing... Huh? Why is there a letter here?"

Wuming was leisurely strolling towards the entrance of the plane when he suddenly noticed a mysterious envelope stuck to the door.

The paper on this envelope appears to be quite different from what is commonly found on their continent.

It feels as smooth and delicate as silk, which makes people curious.

Wuming's gaze was immediately drawn to the five large, elegant characters on the envelope: "To Mo Beichen."

However, in that instant, his eyes felt as if they had been pierced by sharp needles, and a sharp pain struck him.

He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating.

When he looked again, those words left him speechless.

Who on earth created this?

The strokes were all out of proportion, crooked and twisted, like a group of black caterpillars wriggling wildly on the letter paper.

Wuming wondered to himself: Could there really be something wrong with my eyes? Why do I see only these strange and distorted lines?

He stared wide-eyed, trying to make out what kind of strange handwriting it was, but the harder he strained to see, the more blurred the scene became, leaving only countless tiny black worms crawling in his field of vision.

This visual experience was so bizarre that Wuming felt both confused and uneasy.

"Ah, Beichen, here's a letter, looks like it's for you! Oh my god, this handwriting is awful, it's an eyesore! I can't take it anymore, my eyes can't take it! Who wrote this? Is it some kind of poison?"

While muttering to himself, Wuming hurriedly flipped the letter over.

Just as he flipped the paper over, Wuming suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

I feel comfortable now.

However, Mo Beichen was completely preoccupied with Yun Qingluo and had no time to think about anything else.

But when he heard what Wuming said next, a doubt arose in his heart.

Just as Wuming turned the envelope over, a blurry figure flashed past his eyes.

When he came to his senses, he was shocked to find that the letter in his hand had vanished.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the letter was now firmly in Mo Beichen's hands, while Mo Beichen himself sped back to the carriage.

A tremendous shock surged through Wuming's heart.

My God, this is absolutely incredible!

This guy's strength is truly baffling!

They've been living and eating together, inseparable lately, but where does this guy find the time to secretly practice his skills?

Oh well, this person is extraordinary, like someone who defies fate.

Instead of being a proper prince, he insisted on going to that desolate and harsh frontier.

Even after arriving at the frontier, they were not content with their lot and dared to form cliques and establish a huge sphere of influence.

Not only that, he ran rampant in the then-powerful Tianmo Kingdom, and even several other neighboring countries began to be affected by him, gradually revealing the figure of the First Tower.

What's even more impressive is that, despite being far away on the frontier, he is fully aware of the affairs of the four countries, as if everything is under his control.

Such extraordinary and all-encompassing power truly inspires awe.

When Mo Beichen received the letter and saw the familiar handwriting, he felt relieved.

Luo Luo's handwriting is so exquisite that few in this world can imitate it.

I clearly practiced calligraphy before and wrote very well, so I don't know why there's been such a big change now.

Mo Beichen has never had an answer to this question.