The airplane glided steadily through the sky, and Ling Tianyu relished the sensation of being airborne, wishing he was at the Golden Core Stage—then, flying on his own would be no issue at all.
"I'd like a glass of red wine," Ling Tianyu called out to the flight attendant, feeling a bit uneasy and even a touch worried.
He suspected he might not be able to wait for his brothers to sort out their troubles. He had a premonition that within two days of his return to Northern Sea, he would engage in a formal confrontation, and he would meet those five old fellows. Then, he would know whether he would live or die.
"Sir, your red wine," the flight attendant said, smiling as she handed him the glass.
"Thank you," Ling Tianyu responded politely with a nod as he took the glass, sipping a small mouthful and swirling the wine, his mind preoccupied. If he were no longer around, what would happen to Yanran? And his sister-in-law?