The business jet pierced the cloud cover, continually adjusting its direction and altitude as it approached sea level.
Inside the cabin, Zhang Yingying gazed out the window and casually muttered, "Is there going to be thunder? It looks like the wings are charged."
Before she had finished speaking, the business jet broke completely through the dense clouds, and the view below abruptly opened up.
On the churning sea, the Emerald Light resembled a compact steel box, nearly blending into the lead-gray waters. Only the fluorescent markings on the landing platform atop the ship provided a relatively clear indication of its presence.
The business jet contacted the cruise ship's control tower and began its descent. At that moment, the noise in the cabin grew louder.
"The engine isn't broken, is it?" Zhang Yingying blurted out instinctively, then immediately spat several times. But regardless, the noise was there—and it was getting more grating.
Meng Chong, seated diagonally across from Zhang Yingying, unconsciously frowned. "It's not a sound wave. It's not merely..."
After a brief pause, he reached a conclusion. "A force is acting on the Mental Layer."
"He's fighting someone?" The "he" Zhang Yingying referred to was clearly Ronan alone.
As she spoke, Zhang Yingying frowned as well, doing her best to sense the details within the Mental Layer. "It's all muffled and oppressive, just like those clouds above. Then, out of nowhere, thunder might break... Huh?"
Feeling that it was somehow familiar, Zhang Yingying leaned closer to the window and looked outside again. The approaching cruise ship seemed to grow larger and larger, and with their relative velocity, the visual impact was astonishing.
Yet looking at it this way, there did not seem to be anything especially out of the ordinary.
"It shouldn't be. Otherwise, this ship would have sunk long