After experiencing a slight discomfort during the airplane's takeoff, Yue Qingqing quickly regained her composure.
She looked out of the airplane's oval window with great interest.
Layers of white clouds spread all around, resembling soft cotton.
It made one want to jump down and roll around on them.
Yue Qingqing really admired the common people of this world and this era.
Even though most people did not possess the abilities of a cultivator, they managed to do things even cultivators couldn't achieve.
They could even reach the moon and explore the vast galaxy.
This is the power of science.
Yue Qingqing's eyes sparkled, her mind filled with laws of mechanics and energy conservation formulas.
Gong Qiming had his ears filled with e=mc², and as someone poor at studies, felt completely overwhelmed.
He immediately put on an eye mask, preparing to pretend to sleep.
"Wake me when the plane lands."
Qiao Jing, sitting in the row behind, squinted and suddenly noticed something.
