The plan was set. As for the specifics, he’d play it by ear, but having a clear direction was enough.
Three years thus elapsed slowly.
Jiang Huan left early in the morning everyday, and returned late at night with new information that deepened their grasp of the dangerous situation that Taiyuan Plane was in.
The rumor mill even bandied a possible name change for the plane at the next convention, shaking even Jiang Chen to the core. It took either a genius or a lunatic to come up with such a thought.
It’d be pure suicide, unless one had the strength to refine one’s own plane. Without the support...