บท 465: The Little Monk from the North

At night, Ren Baqian soaked in his bathtub and sighed with satisfaction in the warm water.

The return trip from the Golden Ring Residence took more than half a month. Wearily, he rushed to take a good bath upon returning to Earth.

As a northerner, he loved to soak in warm baths. Taking these baths helped him to relax quite a bit.

He switched on the television as he enjoyed the water. The first thing that came on was the news.

First up was a report about new air traffic regulations. Flying motorcycles were more frequently seen on the news, and several affluent people had already brought over their own from abroad. This time around, the country had reacted swiftly, implementing a new set of air traffic regulations that required all new flying equipment to be inspected and licensed by the relevant authorities first. Of course, anyone with half a brain knew that these licenses would be obtainable.