Dao Arts were wondrous and unfathomable, with strange abilities and uncanny methods emerging one after another. As far as Tang Changsheng knew, there were at least several Dao Arts capable of turning the workings of Heavenly Secrets upside down.
Tang Changsheng had yet to encounter one, but he would not have found it strange if he did.
As Tang Changsheng pondered this, he heard a soft chuckle. A well-mannered-looking white man seated in first class stood and smiled easily. "It seems Mr. Tang has figured out what's going on. In that case, I won't keep you company!"
Still chuckling, the man headed toward the cockpit.
No one had expected the smartly dressed man who had been sitting near them to be an accomplice of the hijackers. Even Tang Changsheng was a little surprised.
First, he saw that the man was no ordinary person; even Tang Changsheng could not make out the Divine Light around him. Then he realized what the man intended. Did he really mean to hijack the plane? What were they after?
"Wait," Tang Changsheng called.
The man did not slow. With a faint smile, he said, "Mr. Tang, we know how formidable you are. But could you please not get clever and kill everyone?"
There was a hint of provocation in his words. Under other circumstances, they would certainly have stirred the other passengers' resentment toward Tang Changsheng, all the more so when their lives were at stake!
But Tang Changsheng merely said, "I am a Great Chu Noble Peer and one of the Three Elders!"
At once, the vaguely resentful looks faded. In their place came respect and obedience.
Under the Great Chu Laws, in wartime or other extraordinary circumstances, civilians were required to accept a Noble Peer's organization and leadership if neither the Imperial Court