[Taiching] Transforms into the Dao! (Part Two)

Just as Li Jue hung up the phone.

Thousands of kilometers from Malan Base, somewhere in the southeast.

Qian Bingqiong, who was in charge of positioning the [Taiching] project, was also gazing into the distant sky.

Beside him, several operators were carrying out their final checks:

"Report! Atmospheric temperature is 21.4 degrees, within requirements!"

"Report! Airport wind speed is 3.5 meters per second, approximately a force-three wind. Conditions are suitable for takeoff!"

"Report, real-time atmospheric pressure is—"

Qian Bingqiong listened carefully to the operators' reports, then turned to the person beside him.

"Old Feng, all the conditions are now within parameters. I think this is the best time to take off."

The "Old Feng" Qian Bingqiong had mentioned was a medium-built man around fifty, with slightly graying temples and slanted, sword-like brows. He looked exceptionally heroic.

He was the officer in charge of one of our army's major southeastern units, a battle-hardened general whose record was hardly inferior to Li Jue's. If Xu Yun had been there, he would also have realized that this was the very leader who had personally liberated his hometown.

Although Qian Bingqiong was in charge of the [Taiching] project, his duties were mainly at the level of coordination and technical matters. Old Feng would handle the actual operation.

Besides, they were currently at a military airport. From every angle, it was more appropriate for someone of Old Feng's standing to give the order.

Old Feng clearly understood this as well. Seeing that Qian Bingqiong had offered his assessment, he nodded at once.

"No problem. I'll contact Comrade Pingsheng now."

With that,

Old Feng picked up a communications device from the tower's desk and spoke into it.

"Number Four, Number Four, this is Ground. This is Ground."

"All external parameters are within requirements. Wind speed is