After the three of them left, Lin Wan’er hurriedly asked Ye Chen, “Young Master, I heard what you said on the phone just now. Could it be that the plane that broke the Qing Dynasty took off again?”
“Yes.” Ye Chen nodded, and said, “It’s still the same plane, and the destination is still Australia, but they must use Australia as a springboard, first fly to Australia to replenish fuel, and then fly to Asia. It is very likely that they will still come to China.”
With that said, Ye Chen asked her, “Miss Lin, in your opinion, could it be that Wu Feiyan saw through my scheme?”
“Impossible.” Lin Wan’er said very solemnly, “Young master took out the portrait of the master, which is enough to make Wu Feiyan stay away. She has no way of confirming the authenticity behind it, and even dare not confirm it at all, so I believe she will never send anyone to Jinling again.”
Ye Chen frowned and said, “Then who do you think this plane is carrying and where is it going?”
Lin Wan’er said, “This, I don’t dare to speculate.”
After all, she said, “No matter who is on this plane, as long as their final destination is not Australia, they will definitely apply for the next route before arriving in Australia. It will take about twelve hours to fly from Buenos Aires to Australia at the fastest. Therefore, the most important place for this plane to go will be known in about eight hours.”
Ye Chen nodded slightly, and said, “It seems that we can only find out until tomorrow morning.”
Lin Wan’er smiled slightly, and said in relief, “My lord, you don’t have to worry too much. Based on what I know about Wu Feiyan, she will definitely not come to Jinling again. This plane may be carrying other people to other places to perform other tasks.”
Ye Chen hummed, and said, “It’s useless to think too much now. I’ll know where the plane is going in eight hours. If I come to Jinling, I still have at least ten hours to prepare.”
Lin Wan’er nodded and said, “When the other party makes the next move, please inform the slave family as soon as possible.”
“Okay!” Ye Chen agreed straightforwardly, and said, “Miss Lin, it’s getting late, and I won’t bother you too much here.”
Lin Wan’er immediately said, “The slave’s family will send the young master out.”
As she said that, she thought of something, and said to Ye Chen, “Oh, by the way, my lord, wait a moment.”
As soon as Lin Wan’er finished speaking, she stood up and ran up the stairs quickly.
Soon, she came down with something wrapped in a red cloth, handed it to Ye Chen, and said seriously, “Master, here is the piece of lightning strike wood from the mother of Pucha. My family has brought it with me for so many years, but I can only use it as a souvenir. Earlier, my son said that there is a magic weapon that can lead down the sky thunder. Presumably it should be destroyed when Chang Sheng Bo blew himself up. This piece of lightning strike wood is given to you son to refine the magic weapon!”
Ye Chen looked at the things in Lin Wan’er’s hands, and was very surprised.
Originally, he was wondering in his heart whether he could get Lin Wan’er, the mother of pucha, to come over.
After all, this is a tea tree that has survived the catastrophe. Not only is it profound in its own way, but also the lightning strike tree was struck by the lightning from the catastrophe. If it is used to refine the thunderbolt, the power will definitely be much greater than the previous thunderbolt!
It just so happens that I have no magic weapon now, only Lin Wan’er’s ring is left, and I am in urgent need of a magic weapon that can be used to attack. Lin Wan’er’s Lightning Strike Wood came at the right time, and it can solve my urgent need.
Therefore, he was not polite to Lin Wan’er, and said very gratefully, “Thank you, Miss Lin, this lightning strike wood is really a timely help. I am currently short of materials to refine magic weapons!”
Lin Wan’er covered her mouth and smiled softly, “My lord, this lightning strike wood has indeed turned into charcoal, just don’t burn it, my lord.”
Ye Chen smiled and said, “Of course not! I’ll refine it when I get back tonight, and make another Thunderbolt!”
Lin Wan’er nodded, handed the lightning strike wood to Ye Chen, and said seriously, “It can be turned into a magic weapon in the hands of the young master. This piece of lightning strike wood can be considered to have found its own destination.”
Ye Chen held the Thunderbolt Wood in his hand, and simply poured some spiritual energy into it, and he could immediately feel the surging energy that could not be described in words, as if he was in the virgin forest in spring, with infinite vitality in front of him.
He couldn’t help marveling, “It really is the lightning strike wood of the mother of pucha… Just this piece of lightning strike wood makes people feel unfathomable!”
Lin Wan’er smiled slightly and said, “It would be the best if it is useful to the young master, and it is not in vain that the slave family has been carrying it around for more than three hundred years.”
Ye Chen said gratefully, “Miss Lin, don’t worry, I will not disappoint this piece of lightning strike wood, and I will definitely do my best to make it into an amazing magic weapon!”
Lin Wan’er nodded and said with a smile, “That would be great!”