It's an Air Conditioner, a Refrigerator, a Fire Extinguisher, and the Imitation Spirit Blade: Ice Epiphyllum!

It was a process of resistance, then reluctant coyness, and finally closing her eyes and silently enjoying it.

"You wish."

Zhao Bai mercilessly shot down his employees' unreasonable request, leaving them no room for fantasy.

Around noon, Mei arrived at last.

The busiest lunch rush had already passed. Mei's arrival was like a ray of brilliant sunlight, brightening Zhao Bai's somewhat gloomy mood. She carried a surfboard and wore a conspicuous outfit.

She wore a blue-and-white jacket over a light purple cropped shirt, her hair tied into a high ponytail for ease of movement. With her sunhat tilted high, she looked every bit the athletic girl.

The soft colors of her clothes complemented her black hair tinged with blue-violet, making for a pleasing sight.

But unfortunately, it was all an illusion.

The surfboard was hollow, with a long, narrow compartment inside. In an emergency, she only needed to smash it violently against a rock. The board would shatter, and the long blade inside would fall out.

Then, the girl would reap lives with bright, dance-like swordsmanship, while her high ponytail ensured her hair would not be stained.

Zhao Bai looked at the surfboard, while Mei looked at Zhao Bai's golf bag.

When kindred spirits met, they exchanged a sly grin.

It Was an Air Conditioner, a Refrigerator, a Fire Extinguisher, and the Imitation Spirit Blade: Ice Lotus Sky!

The Gulfstream jet traveled through the clouds. Its powerful engines roared restlessly, their thunderous noise eventually fading into the high sky.

Zhao Bai lay back, sleeping soundly beneath a velvet eye mask. This was business class, the farthest place from the engines. No matter how fierce the roar was, by the time it reached here, it had become a gentle murmur.

He slept very comfortably.

Other than the occasional scent of a girl's hair drifting beneath his nose and making his dreams a little strange, the start of the journey was fairly pleasant.

Sniff, sniff.

The faint fragrance of hair seemed both near and far, then suddenly drew close. Zhao Bai sensed a pair of eyes watching him.

His instincts told him that he should not open his eyes right now.

Otherwise, the moment their gazes met, things would become extremely awkward for both of them. He did not want that, especially since he was Mei's nominal master now.

A master of cooking—though Mei thought it was swordsmanship, while in reality it was still cooking...

Before boarding, they had discovered in surprise that all their disguises had been meaningless. St. Freya's car bore an Anti-Entropy license plate, and every checkpoint had waved them through without delay.

They drove straight into the plane's cargo hold, then the crew ushered them into business class.

There were only Zhao Bai and Mei on the entire flight.

One could foresee that even if they had driven an armed Middle Eastern pickup truck with a mounted machine gun, they would not have been stopped in the slightest.

The plane began descending. Zhao Bai calculated that he had slept for roughly two hours, enough to make up for the exhaustion caused by last night's insomnia. He propped himself up and slowly sat upright, stretched lazily, then began taking off his eye mask.

Sure enough, while Zhao Bai slowly stretched, Mei hurriedly looked away to avoid any awkwardness.

"Mei, I feel like the plane is slowing down and descending. Are we about to reach Australia?"