After dealing with that 2B Aihandebu, Wenren Sheng had eliminated a major worry.
One-way information transparency was the most terrifying thing. Why had nomadic tribes repeatedly become a great threat to Feudal Dynasties? More than half the reason was this one-way information transparency.
When the Central Plains attacked the grasslands, they had to search everywhere for the other side's footholds. But when the grasslands invaded the Central Plains, their targets were fixed.
"I'm laughing proudly, I'm laughing proudly..."
Wenren Sheng hummed a little tune as he flew home through the air.
On the way, he came across a high-altitude Reconnaissance Aircraft. They were headed in the same direction and traveling at the same speed. Of course, the other party could not see him.
After all, whenever Wenren Sheng traveled through the air, he usually stayed hidden to avoid causing too much of a commotion.
But he was happy today, so he did not hide. He even waved at the Pilot.
"Superman!" The Pilot was stunned. He turned toward Wenren Sheng and excitedly waved back.
Although he was piloting one of the world's most advanced flying machines, he still yearned immensely for the ability to fly using one's own body.
One only had to look at boxing and combat sports to understand how much people craved physical strength. Top boxers could make hundreds of millions of dollars in just a few minutes in the ring.
Were those fights really that entertaining? Two huge men punching and wrestling each other—there was not much to see. Yet it was precisely because they displayed the most direct and highest-level physical confrontation that people became fanatical about them.
Anyone could use a flying machine, but one's body was unique. People lived in this world in pursuit of being unique.
The Pilot became interested and began