Afternoon, November 14th.
The Xu family of three boarded a private transport to Xingjing. It was a military transport plane that had been converted for passenger use, arranged by the military. Traveling with them were three other Martial Artists receiving commendations, along with their families.
The plane took off, climbing through the clouds.
Mrs. Xu nervously clutched her husband's hand. Father Xu gazed out the window at Linjiang City shrinking below. "I've never flown on a private plane in my whole life," he murmured.
Xu Wuyi sat opposite them, quietly watching as well.
The two-hour flight passed quickly.
As the plane began its descent, the silhouette of Xingjing City slowly came into view.
As the Federation's Capital, Xingjing was far larger than Linjiang. A forest of skyscrapers reached for the sky, crisscrossed by a complex network of aerial traffic. Countless aircraft moved in orderly fashion along designated flight paths.
