At those words, everyone froze, then turned in unison to look at Zhou Ping, their expressions becoming strange.
Only after speaking did Zhou Ping realize what he had just said. He silently shut his mouth and turned his head aside, his toes uncontrollably clawing at the soles of his sneakers...
"I couldn't tell. Sword Saint, you can say lines that domineering too..." Baili Pangpang grinned. "And they sound better than mine."
"Sword Saint, how did you come up with that?" Lin Qiye asked curiously.
Zhou Ping's mouth twitched slightly. "Read too many novels... It just came naturally."
Lin Qiye and the others wore looks of sudden realization.
"I'm curious." Baili Pangpang blinked. "Sword Saint, you must have said plenty of lines like that before, right? Got any especially badass ones? We want to hear them too."
Zhou Ping focused intently on the white clouds outside the window, seeming not to hear Baili Pangpang at all. He only silently edged a little closer to the side of the cabin.
Cao Yuan leaned close to Baili Pangpang's ear and whispered, "You should stop teasing him. I'm afraid if you keep going, he'll jump out of the plane to escape..."
Baili Pangpang gave two light coughs and shut his mouth.
The cabin fell silent once more.
Lin Qiye slowly closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into the Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods within his mind.
Lin Qiye put on his white coat, slipped both hands into his pockets, and walked through the courtyard.
"Good morning, Director Lin."
Bragi, who had been practicing poetry within the soundproof barrier on the rooftop, saw Lin Qiye and set down his harp. A radiant smile appeared on his face as he bowed in greeting like a gentleman, his long golden hair falling smoothly before him.