Over the Forbidden Sea, an ordinary civilian airship was flying unsteadily.
There were only two people in the cabin. Qing Chen sat on the floor with a tablet in his arms, rapidly browsing through the news.
All this news from the Western Continent was old and had lost its timeliness.
Yet Qing Chen was trying to piece together the full picture of everything that had happened—and been forgotten—in this world through events from the Western Continent.
Because the cabin was swaying, the cup before him slid back and forth across the smooth floor. Qing Chen watched the water inside nearly spill out, then looked up at the flustered Black Spider. "Wait, do you even know how to fly an airship? If I'd known you were going to fly it like this, I would've kidnapped a few pilots."
Black Spider blushed. "I didn't expect this civilian airship to have such poor equipment. It can only be flown manually the entire way. They didn't even buy the autopilot package."
Qing Chen pointed at the tablet in his hand. "The autopilot package costs a membership fee of 150,000 a year. Of course ordinary people can't bear to pay for it."
Black Spider lowered her head in embarrassment. "I haven't personally flown airships very often either... And this civilian airship is too old. A lot of its parts have aged."
Qing Chen pondered. "How far are we from the relay island?"
"1,100 kilometers," Black Spider said.
"This is going to be a rough ride," Qing Chen sighed.
Black Spider changed the subject. "Once we reach the relay island, we don't have clearance beacons, so we'll definitely face their inspection. When that happens, Boss, just stay on the airship. I'll find a way to deal with them."
"Can you handle it?" Qing Chen asked. "I