Qin Fen's life was never dull

After taking care of everything, Qin Fen stopped checking the updates from the Heavenly Court. Cangjie's affair had been settled for now, but Ma Liang remained a mystery. As for the work in Haitian City, Big Chef had no particular suggestions. Everything was developing steadily, and Lanxiang Academy's first class of puppet-control students would soon begin their internships. In other words, the city's expansion was about to get underway.

He packed his things and prepared to board the plane.

His trip to Capital City had come to a hasty end. Although he hadn't done much sightseeing, Qin Fen was still pleased. After all, he hadn't gone there for fun. There would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

Sitting in his seat, he gazed out the window, his eyes slightly unfocused. His mind was still on the Heavenly Dao's arrangements. The elaborate scheme it had laid out this time suggested that the device carrying WeChat—his Honor 6—also seemed to be slowly changing. As if it had been infected, it was becoming something far from ordinary.

I have the Stylus now, so what will the River Diagram be? Once I have both, what changes will they bring? It can't be that simple!

"Excuse me, could you let me through?" A voice beside him interrupted Qin Fen's thoughts.

Big Chef turned and saw a tall, handsome young man smiling at him. Right, he wasn't in the window seat, but by the aisle. Qin Fen drew his legs back to make room, and the man stepped past him.

The plane took off on time. Before long, the sprawling Capital City shrank beneath them until it disappeared from view, and a flight attendant wheeled out a trolley.

"Sir, what would you like to eat? We have beef noodles and rice. The rice comes with