The plane was flying at an altitude of ten thousand meters. Qian Long and the others sat on the soft seats in the cabin, chatting from time to time.
Qian Long and Xiao Rui were no strangers to the original world. The two of them had read many books and videos about the original world, and they had also worked with many transmigrators.
However, when they really came here, they still felt that their eyes were not enough. Everything they saw was fresh, and they didn't look like the usual cultivator commanders of the Holy Dragon City.
It was the same for the others. They often turned their heads to look at the scenery outside the plane in a daze, or from time to time, they would look through the schedule sent by the staff, or listen to their explanations.
Although the staff members appeared very professional, the curiosity in their eyes could not be hidden. After all, they were real visitors from another world. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were aliens.