The plane passed through the clouds, and Pengcheng's skyline slowly unfolded beyond the cabin windows as sunlight streamed inside.
Yang Wanqing leaned back in her seat, scrolling through her name on the trending list on her phone, the corners of her mouth curled high.
Chen Siyao leaned over for a look, then quickly pushed her phone down. "Stop looking. Any more of that and your ego will soar through the roof."
Yang Wanqing chuckled and put her phone away, then turned her attention to the scenery outside.
Chen Hao sat in the aisle seat with his eyes closed, breathing steadily. He wasn't asleep, just thinking.
The trip to Yizhou had yielded quite a haul. He had stored the iron wall bearing the Eight-Nine Mystical Skill in the Qiankun Bag, and he had obtained the Flame Spirit Stone too.
And then there was that mineral vein—how far did it extend? Where was its source? There was also the cultivation technique the Chan Sect had left behind. Those twelve characters in the divination reading kept giving him an inexplicable sense of destiny.
The plane landed, and the three of them stepped out of the arrivals hall into dazzling sunlight. Chen Siyao stretched luxuriously.
She took a deep breath of Pengcheng's humid air and turned to Chen Hao. "We're finally home, big brother. Pengcheng really is warmer."
The car they had booked was already waiting in the parking lot. The driver loaded their luggage into the trunk, started the car, and joined the traffic.
The scenery outside shifted from the airport expressway to towering buildings, then from towering buildings to familiar streets. Treasure Sky City's three towers gleamed in the distance.
On the top floor of Treasure Sky City, Chen Siyao had just dragged her suitcase into the living room when the doorbell