After dinner, night had fully fallen.
The Airship Squadron slowed to half its normal speed. Bright red lights lit up on every airship's hull, flashing continuously.
This was a very necessary safety measure.
Otherwise, in the pitch-dark night, what if two neighboring airships flew too close and accidentally collided? Inside the first-class cabin.
Cheng Han chatted with several merchants in the Observation Hall.
Earlier, he had clearly stated that he was traveling through the various Small Spirit Realms and had no plans to work for the time being, so nobody tactlessly tried to recruit him.
Naturally, their conversation revolved around "traveling."
A plump merchant asked with a smile, "Mr. Han, you must have visited many Small Spirit Realms, right?"
When they had exchanged pleasantries earlier, Cheng Han had introduced himself as "Han Cheng," a homophonous name formed by reversing his real name.
Cheng Han answered truthfully, "I'm not very old. I've only visited twenty-six Small Spirit Realms, so I can't really say 'many.'"
Although he himself had only been to the Profound Palace and had yet to visit any Small Spirit Realm beyond Taian, Netherworld had visited many Small Spirit Realms.
And what Netherworld had seen and heard was equivalent to what he had seen and heard. Didn't that count as having gone there himself?
The logic was flawless! The Fat Merchant put on an appropriately admiring expression. "The Profound Palace governs one hundred and sixteen Small Spirit Realms. You've already visited a quarter of them. I doubt anyone here has been to more than you."
Another merchant with graying temples asked, seemingly casually, "Mr. Han, which Small Spirit Realms left the deepest impression on you?"
It was obvious.
This fellow did not quite believe that he had visited so many Small Spirit Realms, which was why he deliberately asked