Forging Swords?
Shen Le had no idea how large a flying sword Cloud Kun would need to get moving.
He turned an inquiring gaze toward the fleet commander, who also looked troubled and shook his head with a wry smile.
"This... we really aren't sure. Mr. Shen, shall we hold a meeting and discuss it? The experts are already on their way..."
Experts truly were converging from every direction.
It couldn't be helped. Cloud Kun's priority was extremely high, right at the front of the queue. Once it finished touring these domestic locations, one day it would have to venture out for surveying and missions.
When that time came, being able to fly and evacuate quickly would mean having an extra life. This requirement had to be met!
Thus, experts from the Special Affairs Bureau, Cheng Luoma and Shen Huoyi's teams, Huludao, sword immortals from Mount Shu, and experts from who-knew-which research institute all gathered together—
Some had come to admire the little wooden boat by reputation. Others were too busy to make the trip and could only join by video conference. Still others dearly wanted to come, but were slower than Shen Le and were still on the way.
Like Daoist Qingyue of Mount Shu. He had received the call at about the same time as Shen Le, but Shen Le could travel through the earth veins and arrive within an hour, while he could only miserably take a plane...
What?
You suggested flying on a sword?
Flying on a sword still required calling all the aviation authorities, applying for approval, filing a flight plan—it was little different from flying a private plane. With that much time, he might as well buy a ticket!
So Shen Le urgently crammed through a huge pile of materials, then gave Cloud Kun,