Li Yunxiang really did sleep the whole way there, even amid several instances of turbulence, he didn't wake up once.
Of course, there was nothing surprising about that.
He was, after all, the Empire's most famous pilot, having spent half his life on airplanes. In his own words, "Eat, drink, pee, poop, the whole set, all can be done in the air."
Bai Zhizhan thought that if that were really the case, he shouldn't be a pilot; he'd have a brighter future performing acrobatics in a circus.
Upon arriving at Jeju Island, to be precise, when the plane was landing, Li Yunxiang woke up.
Mainly because, after landing, the plane was extremely bumpy during taxiing.
"Don't be scared, we've already landed. Even if we veer off the runway, there's no big deal."
Li Yunxiang said this, but Bai Zhizhan didn't bother with him at all.
He was indeed clutching the armrests tightly, looking a bit pale—not from fear, but from feeling airsick after enduring most of the night.
