The system's notification was emotionless, as cold as ever.
The "Initial Training-3" was, after all, just Mortal Iron. It couldn't provide any extra cultivation bonuses.
Han Feng had already expected this.
Efficiency could only be gained with a true Magical Artifact like the "Hunting Falcon."
But the rental fees for those fighter jets were an astronomical sum he couldn't currently afford.
Fortunately, he had enough time and "ammunition."
The roar of the engine tore through the silence of the hangar.
Han Feng skillfully taxied the "Initial Training-3" down the runway, pulled the nose up, and cleanly soared into the sky.
Below him, the vast outline of East Sea Fortress City slowly unfolded.
On one side was the orderly Inner City with its towering skyscrapers, like a cold, steel forest.
On the other was the crowded and chaotic Outer City, like a cluster of tin cans, where signs of the struggle for survival were everywhere.
Han Feng didn't waste time getting sentimental.
