"I heard the Thunder Emperor has a warplane. It shouldn't take long for him to get here."
"No way. The Thunder Emperor only returned to Great Xia yesterday. He should still be at Thunder Martial Hall headquarters.
Ningnan City is over two thousand kilometers from Magic City. Even by warplane, it would take an hour or two."
"That's true. But we have nothing else to do here anyway, so we can just wait."
"..."
A group from Modu Metahuman University gathered in the plaza outside Yuanshui Supply Base, discussing the matter with no small amount of envy in their voices.
Many people knew that Xu Jingming owned a private warplane.
At that moment, a black speck suddenly appeared in the distant sky. Like a shooting star, it streaked across the heavens and flew toward them.
The black speck was initially tiny, but as it drew closer, it gradually grew larger, revealing itself to be a Black Warplane.
"Look! A warplane is coming!"
"Could that be the Thunder Emperor's warplane?"
"Let me see—holy shit? Its flight speed is over nine thousand kilometers per hour?"
"More than seven times the speed of sound! That's definitely a cabin for a Martial Saint-level powerhouse!"
"Huh? Then it probably isn't the Thunder Emperor. Some big shot must just be passing through."
"Indeed. I've seen the Thunder Emperor's warplane before. It doesn't look like this one."
"..."
The members of these Magic University societies all discussed animatedly.
Because private warplanes had to withstand impacts from avian ferocious beasts, they were incredibly expensive. Even the basic model cost tens of billions of Great Xia Coins.
Although Eighth-Order Grandmaster-level powerhouses could afford that price, there was simply no need.
Rather than spending the money on a warplane, it was better used to buy equipment and cultivation resources.
Those