An hour later.
At the military airfield in Dingjiang City, a helicopter's rotors whirred as it flew into the distance.
After several hours in the air, the helicopter began its slow descent at a military base on the outskirts of the capital.
"Chief Chen... Chief Chen, we've arrived!" an accompanying officer reminded him cautiously.
Chen Shouyi, who had been fast asleep, opened his eyes and wiped the drool from his mouth. "Oh, we're in the capital?"
After a nap, he felt completely refreshed. All the fatigue from last night's flight had vanished.
Sigh, I should've just taken a helicopter here in the first place.
"We're still in the suburbs. Our helicopter can't fly directly into the capital!" the officer said.
"Okay, thanks!" Chen Shouyi said. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was already two in the afternoon.
"Chief Chen, you're too kind. Um..." The officer suddenly seemed hesitant. At last, he pulled out a notebook and a pen. "Could you sign this for me? I've always admired you!"
Chen Shouyi was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Of course!"
He naturally had to indulge a fan's little request.
It was just a shame he was a man.
He took the notebook and pen and asked, "Would you like me to write a blessing, too?"
The officer's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes!"
"Wishing you smooth progress in martial arts—Chen Shouyi."
Each character was written carefully and neatly, like the print in a newspaper.
When he finished, Chen Shouyi looked over what he'd written and felt rather satisfied.
He couldn't help it.
If he wrote without thinking, his handwriting was simply too ugly.
It was crooked and wobbly, like a chicken scratching at the ground.
It hardly suited the status of a legendary powerhouse like him.
The helicopter