Lan Que

"Good morning, everyone. Welcome aboard Wizard Alliance's Under the Moon Airlines direct flight to First University. I am your cabin chief, Su Qijun, and I'm delighted to serve you. Our flight time today is estimated at five hours and thirty-five minutes. We have prepared a delicious lunch for you during the journey. Students who are interested can head to the self-service restaurant after takeoff. If you require any further assistance, please press the red button above your head, and our flight attendants will be at your service."

"Our plane is about to take off. The flight attendants will conduct a routine safety check. Please be seated, stow your tray tables, fasten your seatbelts, and hold your pets close."

"Thank you for your cooperation. We wish you a pleasant journey."

"Su Qijun!" Li Meng shrieked. "What's her relationship with Su Shijun? Should I get her autograph and a photo?"

"They are both from the younger generation of the Qingqiu Su Clan, of the 'Fang' generation. You can tell from their names," Xiao Xiao put away his notebook, held his old turtle properly, and sat up straight. "Besides, she's not Su Shijun, so what's the point of getting a photo with her?"

"Who is Su Shijun?" Zheng Qing asked, unable to resist as he put away his tray table.

"The youngest senior council member of the Under the Moon Council, the designated heir of the Qingqiu Su family, rumored to have reached the Five-tailed realm, and the most beautiful witch in the wizarding world undergoing assessment by the Grand Wizard Council." Xiao Xiao answered quickly without batting an eye. "No, she should be a goddess. The goddess of all male witches in the wizarding world."

"A goddess, huh." Zheng Qing patted Poseidon in his arms and peeked down the cabin aisle.

A flight attendant in a crisp uniform was bending over, smiling, and speaking softly to a student in the row ahead. The snug uniform perfectly outlined her graceful figure, and her long legs enhanced this visual impact.

Zheng Qing swallowed and quickly averted his gaze.

See no evil, see no evil, see no evil.

He recited the mantra three times in his heart, but the beautiful curves he had just seen kept replaying in his mind.

Young people have strong desires, he comforted himself, shifted his sitting position, and took out an almond from a box, crunching it noisily.

"Student, the plane is about to take off. For your safety and the safety of others, please put away your tray table."

A pleasant voice sounded not far away. Zheng Qing turned his head; the flight attendant was gently calling to the wine-red wavy-haired person sleeping on their side across the aisle.

Two seats away across the aisle, a young monk in a grey linen robe sat on one side, while the passenger on the other side had been sleeping with their head on the tray table. The young monk had already put away his scriptures and was meditating with his eyes closed. The wine-red wavy-haired person opposite him had been sleeping since Zheng Qing boarded the plane.

After repeated calls from the flight attendant, the passenger with the wine-red wavy hair shook their head, looked up, revealing a delicate little face.

Naturally beautiful, with striking features. Zheng Qing admired inwardly. Compared to the flight attendant next to her, she was no less attractive.

Stretching lazily, the wine-red wavy-haired person yawned, put away the tray table, then pulled out an eye mask from her handbag, put it on, and leaned back into the spacious seat to continue sleeping soundly.

This was quite disappointing for Zheng Qing.

"What are you holding? Don't you need to put it away?" Li Meng asked the passenger opposite her. "What's your name, and which class at Jiuyou Academy are you in?"

Opposite Li Meng was a student with a clear complexion. Black hair was tied up at the root, tucked into the wide hood of a white robe. A purple scarf was casually draped over their shoulders. They held a long, wrapped object in their arms and had been silently looking out the window.

Zheng Qing rubbed his head with a headache.

Five minutes ago, the little loli had looked timid, but after getting a little more familiar, she started chattering non-stop.

Perhaps she shouldn't have raised a pigeon, but a sparrow.

"Your scarf is so pretty! What's it made of?"

Turning back, Zheng Qing saw Li Meng leaning over to touch the purple scarf and patting it.

"Wow, it feels so nice!" Li Meng exclaimed.

"Heh heh..." A fluffy purple sable head poked out from the wide hood behind the scarf's owner, making a threatening sound from its throat. The purple scarf twitched a few times and suddenly retreated into the hood, startling even Zheng Qing.

So, it wasn't a scarf, but a purple sable's tail.

Li Meng froze for a moment, pouted, and her eyes welled up with tears, her eyes turning red.

"My name is Lan Que, and this is a sword." The purple sable's owner finally spoke. His gaze returned from the window, and he pointed to the long object he was holding, awkwardly comforting her. "Don't cry."

It was a male voice, Zheng Qing finally confirmed.

Li Meng's eyes were red, and she sniffled, revealing a bright smile. "I'm not crying, I'm a university student!"

The little purple sable seemed very pleased. Its front paws clung to Lan Que's left shoulder, it stretched, and casually opened its mouth, revealing a full set of sharp teeth.

Poseidon glanced at the little sable with interest and flicked its large tail.

The pigeon on Li Meng's shoulder cooed angrily, flapping its wings and intimidating the purple sable opposite it.

"Students, please hold your pets close. Our plane is about to take off." The flight attendant's pleasant voice reached his ears. Zheng Qing quickly turned his head, putting on a serious expression.

A refreshing fragrance wafted over with the sound of clicking heels.

The graceful curves reappeared before Zheng Qing's eyes, and they were so close. The flight attendant leaned in to push up the sunshade on the window. At the same time, she bent down to check the seatbelts around their waists.

Zheng Qing's nostrils were filled with an intoxicating scent.

He tensed up nervously, not daring to move. Poseidon in his arms squeaked and stuck out its little tongue from being squeezed.

"What a cute little thing." The flight attendant chuckled and scratched Poseidon's ear. Zheng Qing could clearly see the flight attendant's nostrils flaring rapidly.

Looking up, he saw a pair of dark red eyes.

The clear gaze was like two warm springs, making him lost in fascination.

When he came to his senses, the plane had already begun to fly smoothly. The people around them were discussing something enthusiastically, and even the young monk across the aisle had joined their conversation.

"How did you all receive your admission notices?" Xiao Xiao's tray table was lowered again, and he was recording something in his black notebook.

"Amitabha, while copying scriptures in the Sutra Repository, I found my admission notice tucked between the pages of the Diamond Sutra," the young monk beside him said, clicking his prayer beads. "After reporting it to the abbot, the master gave me a verse: 'All conditioned phenomena are like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow, like dew and lightning; thus should they be contemplated.' So, I came."

"I hunted a Wild Demon in the Qilian Mountains and retrieved the admission notice from its belly," Lan Que still spoke sparingly.

Zheng Qing clicked his tongue, suddenly feeling that the way he received his admission notice was a bit too simple.