"Hey, isn't this for your own good? The skies will definitely take center stage in the days ahead. Besides, surely you can't go your whole life without flying? Getting some practice early is a good thing," Leng Xiyue said dismissively.
"You're right, Sister Xiyue." Ning Rongrong thought it made sense, but during flight training at her sect, not only did someone accompany her, the soul beasts were also fairly docile and flew at a moderate speed. They were nothing like this thing, which had covered such a great distance in just two hours, more than ten times as fast.
If these things became widespread in the future, transportation capabilities, already quite advanced, would take another great leap forward. That also meant these things built from steel and iron would rule the skies that people still paid little attention to.
In an instant, Ning Rongrong thought of a possibility-the ones she had seen were only for carrying passengers, but what if two machine guns were mounted on them? Wouldn't armies consisting entirely of ground troops have absolutely no way to counter them?
Terrifying indeed.
Fortunately, they were allies. If they had been enemies, she really would not even know how she had died. After all, it had not even been a year since the Jiuzhou Empire declared independence.
"You've all come a long way and must be tired. The banquet is ready. Why not rest and refresh yourselves before making further plans?" Lin Sen stepped forward and invited the Shrek group.
"Of course. Sorry for the trouble, sir." Zhao Wuji knew that this unremarkable-looking old man was actually a powerful Soul Douluo. He did not dare slight him in the least, and even his speech became considerably more restrained.
Naturally, Lin Sen had prepared a meal full of the forest's distinctive