"Now that you're back, let's not waste any more time. Let's go downstairs." Seeing Qinghe and the group of powerful Liang clan members frozen in place, Wang Yao quickly tried to smooth things over.
After listening to Wang Yao's advice, Qinghe snorted coldly before slowly descending with Wang Yao.
"Please come this way, Your Highness, Lord of the Moon." Na Luoding breathed a sigh of relief and, along with his men, guided Wang Yao and the other person in the direction of their landing.
As the altitude gradually decreased, Wang Yao discovered that a city was slowly unfolding beneath his feet. This city was no different from the cities of the Zhanghuang tribe or even human cities, except that it was much smaller in scale, at most resembling a small town.
The first thing that catches the eye is the low-rise houses, followed by a few narrow roads running through the east, west, south, and north.
Luo Ding led Wang Yao and Qing He to land in the city. He first arranged for the two to rest in a small building near the landing point, and then went out to busy himself for a while.
Just as Qinghe was about to lose her temper again after drinking two cups of tea, Luo Dingcai hurriedly came in and told the two that the private jet was ready.
The two left the small building, where two cars were already parked downstairs. Luo Ding gestured for Qing He and Wang Yao to each take one. Wang Yao didn't mind and got into the car. He found that this Liang tribe car was no different from those of the Shu tribe and the human realm. A guy with a fox head was driving in the front.
Another powerful figure from the Liang tribe sat next to Wang Yao in the back seat, seemingly intent on monitoring him. Wang Yao didn't take it to heart. As the car started moving, he looked out the window at the Liang tribe city.
Just as Wang Yao had seen from the air, this Liang tribe city was not large, similar to a small town in the human world. The streets were not wide, and there were no tall buildings on either side. Most of the buildings were one or two-story shops. The people walking on the streets were mostly foxes in uniforms, and there were not many civilians in casual clothes.
Occasionally, groups of foxes dressed in military uniforms and carrying guns would walk by in neat formation with serious expressions. Wang Yao felt that the wartime atmosphere in this small county town was still very strong.
The car soon left the city and sped along a well-maintained highway. Sitting in the car, Wang Yao saw that the scenery on both sides of the road was no different from that in the human world. Trees, fields, and villages flashed past in waves, and he couldn't help but feel a little bored.
He looked around the car again and was shocked to find that the car Qinghe was in had disappeared without a trace.
What was going on? Wang Yao was puzzled, but he didn't ask the person next to him. Instead, he quietly added another "good person" to his list.
After driving for about half an hour, the car turned onto a road that looked like a highway, and its speed increased rapidly. After driving for several tens of minutes, it exited at a tree-lined exit. Not far ahead was a place that looked like a highway toll station.
They passed through the tollbooth without paying and slowly stopped on the side of the road nearby. Liangzu Da Neng opened the car door and gestured for Wang Yao to get out with him.
"Where is your princess?" Wang Yao asked.
"Your Highness has already been picked up by the royal plane. You will be received by our Ministry of Foreign Affairs," the powerful figure from the Liang Clan replied expressionlessly.
Wang Yao nodded. This arrangement of receiving guests was acceptable. In any case, he had finally managed to send Qinghe home, and his secondary mission for this trip was accomplished.
Outside the toll station was an empty four-lane road. Wang Yao and his group parked their car in the far right lane. On both sides of the road was an endless expanse of green plains. It seemed that the Liang tribe's territory was mostly plains, as Wang Yao had not seen any mountains or hills so far.
A piece of waste paper was being blown by the wind on the road. Wang Yao looked around and saw that there was another van parked at the toll station. He wondered what had happened, but the toll station wouldn't let it through. The van honked its horn twice and then there was no more sound.
"This is……"
Wang Yao was a little confused, wondering what the other party meant by making him stand there like this. He was about to turn around and ask the powerful Liang clan member when he suddenly sensed something and turned his head. He saw a helicopter with rapidly spinning rotors flying towards them on the distant horizon.
Soon, the roar of the helicopter grew louder and louder, and it became clearer and clearer in Wang Yao's field of vision. Finally, Wang Yao watched as the helicopter slowly landed in the middle of the four-lane road in front of him, about three to five hundred meters away.
A burly man in a black trench coat hurriedly got off the helicopter, his back bent, and walked quickly toward Wang Yao against the strong wind.
The powerful Liang tribe member beside Wang Yao waited for the giant man to approach, saluted him, and handed over the travel documents that Wang Yao had given them. The giant man glanced at the travel documents briefly and then gestured for Wang Yao to proceed.
The helicopter was too noisy, the rotor was still running, and the wind it was generating was quite strong. The big man tried his best to cover his trench coat, afraid that it would be blown away by the wind. Wang Yao was too lazy to ask any questions and followed him onto the helicopter.
As the helicopter slowly ascended, Wang Yao saw the powerful Liang tribe member below get into his car, turn around, and enter the toll station again. The van, presumably made room for the helicopter, had also left the toll station and continued to drive alone on the four-lane road.
“Jiashan Pass is currently under a state of war, and non-military aircraft cannot land there. We’ll go to Nandu first, where a special plane will take you to Wangxiang Valley,” the burly man in the black trench coat said to Wang Yao from the helicopter.
Wang Yao nodded, inwardly utterly disdainful of these foxes. They said non-military aircraft couldn't land, but was the royal private jet a military aircraft? Wasn't it here to pick up Qinghe? They were lying to his face.
Although diplomacy always involves lying, the fact that they lied so poorly shows that these guys lack professionalism, and they deserve Wang Yao's disdain.
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