In Manhattan, New York, at the observation deck more than 260 meters above the ground on the 70th floor of the Rockefeller Center Main Building, Ren Suo was gazing down at Manhattan in the evening.
But before long, after the girls finished taking selfies, they dragged him over to serve as a prop for their group photos.
Dong Chengling and the others were not actually that interested in taking pictures, but there was Lin Xianyu beside them. Who knew where she had pulled out a DSLR camera from—photography could bankrupt a family for three generations, and DSLRs could ruin a lifetime. Lin Xianyu, you were not that poor, were you?!
Then Ren Suo's suffering began. "Big Brother Ren, open your eyes wider."
"I've already opened them as wide as they can go."
"Big Brother Ren, look more handsome."
"I'm already at peak handsomeness. There's no way to become more handsome."
"But you look a little like Teacher Zhao in photos."
"Oh, I'll change right away. Just point out whatever looks bad."
First class really was incredible. After more than ten hours on the plane to New York, everyone was full of energy and not tired at all. They dropped off their luggage at the hotel and immediately set out sightseeing.
Thinking back to the trip to Tokyo, even a Fourth Cycle Cultivator like Ren Suo had felt a trace of mental exhaustion. The roar of the plane, sitting for hours, the occasional turbulence... he could endure it, but he still got tired.
Yet those problems had barely appeared on this trip. Ren Suo wore noise-canceling headphones and slept until he woke naturally. The airplane food could not compare to Dong Chengling's cooking, but the overall experience had been excellent.
The excessively pleasant experience made Ren Suo unable to resist checking