P-Plane Crash?!

"Was I talking nonsense?" Jiang Chuan did not think he was.

"My sister has a great chance of becoming an immortal in the future. Once she becomes one, how many men would be worthy of marrying her?"

Song Zhiyan asked, "Even if there were men worthy of her, would she even fancy them?"

"That makes sense."

Jiang Chuan nodded as he picked up his bowl.

"Do you want us to go with you tomorrow?" Meng Nanxi was somewhat worried.

"Actually, the best choice is for you not to come with me. How about this? Tomorrow's plane won't be going to Wendu City. Arrange for me to fly north."

Jiang Chuan spoke as he placed a large shrimp into his bowl.

"After I leave, tell Old Zhong that I've left Nandu City. Once he learns I didn't board the plane, he'll definitely call you to ask where I am. If anyone else calls, don't answer. If Old Zhong calls, ask him who told him to inquire about me. If he won't say, don't tell him where I went."

"Teacher Qu should tell Zhong..."

Meng Nanxi realized something halfway through her sentence.

After swallowing the rice in his mouth, Jiang Chuan spoke again. "I've already said everything that needed saying. If Teacher Qu still can't figure anything out, then she cultivated to the Virtual Immortal realm for nothing."

"I'll do as you say tomorrow, but you must be careful."

Meng Nanxi's eyes were full of worry. "If the worst outcome you imagined has really happened, then the Azure Martial King may very well... already... have..."

"Strength isn't the key to victory or defeat in a battle."

Jiang Chuan did not care in the slightest. "The Azure Martial King is indeed strong. If you don't count me, he would definitely rank among Great